Just got home from another week of listening to my grandparents curse each other, smelling smoke every time I walked in the house and having the smell of smoke every time I left, while listening to my sister complain about my Dad every five minutes. This was life for me every other week at my Dad’s. I never knew though that that night of my Mom’s week was going to be the worst night of my life.
That night began as every other Sunday night. I threw my stuff in my room, grabbed something to eat, but instead of going to bed and getting a good night’s sleep. I went into my Mom’s room. I walked into the room and as usual she was laying in her bed playing on her phone until she doses off and falls asleep. Well I walked in there and said “Mama can I close the door, I’ve got something to talk about something that Cody doesn’t need to hear.” She said “okay” and we sat in there for about thirty minutes talking about how I ...view middle of the document...
Well for about twenty minutes I’d paced throughout the house worrying if he was coming to the house or if he was speeding and ended up crashing in a ditch somewhere. My Mom got tired of it so she asked if I wanted to go help look for him. Of course I said yes. She and I got in the car and drove off headed towards my Grandma’s to get ideas where to look, leaving Cody all alone at the house. We get to my grandma’s and of course my grandparents tried to start an argument with my Mom, blaming her for all of this for the simple fact that they despise my mother. Just to end all the yelling I screamed “shut up!” then asked for some ideas on where to look for my father. They said they’ve looked everywhere and couldn’t find him.
It was getting late so once we heard that they’ve looked everywhere, we got out of there and headed back to the house since it was about midnight and we didn’t want to leave Cody alone at the house for long with Dad gone furiously driving and no one knowing where he was. As we were driving down the road headed back to the house we saw Dad’s car shot pass us and pull into Grandma’s driveway. We turned around and went back to Grandma’s and as we pulled up Dad started to head towards the car. I was happy that he didn’t crash and die so I ran to him and hugged him, but he was trying to shake me off and started yelling for me to go away. I got off and he continued to furiously walk towards the car and he starts screaming and cursing at my Mom blaming all this on her and as he got louder and louder he got more furious and then he snapped. He then he turns toward me staring me dead in the eyes and says in a angered voice, “I want nothing to do with you.”
After that I got in the car and we headed towards the house. On the ride to the house as tears ran down my face and my mind entirely blank and could only otter the words “he wants nothing to do with me” over and over. As we got to the house I got out of the car, walk into the house, lay down in my bed and just stared at the ceiling of my room for an hour then went to sleep. Then the next day I woke up got ready for school went on my daily routine.