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Last weekend, I got into another fight with my folks. Unlike last time, this time I seemed to have more control over what I was doing. My body no longer moves on it's own before i can think of what must be done. My mind and body are one, and I am pretty dangerous. I'm a weapon, pretty much. So, guess I'm a little afraid of myself.

My mom was drunk and slapping me around. So I go to restrain her from doing so, right? My b***h a** step dad comes in, acting all tough like he's gonna kick my a**, fist cocked. Uh Uh. Not gonna happen. I punched in his ******** face twice, bruising my knuckle somewhere between given him a black eye and a bloody mouth. He had a hold of me by my hair, and yeah, that kind of hurt, but I wasn't even really thinking about my own pain. I must have hit him five or six different times in the ribs while he had a hold. After a while, we started wrestling on the ground. I had him by the juggular, and he tried to bite my hand in the process. After I let go to punch him in the face again, he tried to do the same to me. So, using the same tactic he was just trying to use, I bit him in the hand and drew blood.

Well, as luck has it, we all stopped and talked after awhile. My step-dad, being the drunken idiot that he is, refused to go and wash his hand or get ice for his eye. My mom just passed out on the couch.

The next morning, both of my folks woke up looking or feeling like hell. My mom thought her hip was broken when all I did was restrain her. My step-dad's left eye was completely black and baggy on the underside.

As for me, I got off lucky with rush burns and scratches, and a few very small bruises that have already healed in three days.

I hate having to restrain my mother. But fighting my step-dad....I hate having to do it in the house, in the hall way, with my mother trying to get in the middle.

If I have the advantage of an open area and no one in the middle next time, I know for sure that he won't stand a chance.

And I know that sounds pretty psychotic and blood thursty, talking about fighting my parents, but it's just the way things go. Another seven months and neither of them will have to put up with me ever again.

All I want is to be happy, and to do so, I'd need a more peaceful environment. Plus, I'd need to be with someone who at least respects me and doesn't speak to me like I'm a complete idiot. Hell, I know things my step dad don't and he still treats me like an idiot. Well, gtg. Sayonara.


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