The Blog of kaypea

I was laying in my bed. My eyes were wide open even though it was to dark to see.   They were shouting again. The clock read 3:29 A.M. I crawled to the edge of my bed and turned on the T.V. I couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt. A few years back she was going to leave him, but I told her I’ld be upset. I had lied. Truthfully I didn’t care and I don’t even know why I lied. He was just some guy. We would have been better off.   But now we were too deep now. We had even bought a house with him. It felt like there was no turning back. I tried to distract myself by watching T.V., but my mind kept going back to the yelling. I kept saying to myself he’ll get tired and pass out soon, but something about this felt different. His voice just kept getting louder and angrier. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was shaking.  I heard my mom screaming. I ran to see what was happening. She was being pushing against the coat rack and his hands were around her neck. I was frozen. Why wasn’t I helping her? She kicked until she got away and ran for the phone. “I’m done” is the last thing she said to him and we left.                                   A few years later our little red car was packed as full as we could get it. Not with people, but with stuff. I was sitting in the middle of the backseat. My mom turned her head and smiled at me, but I could tell from her eyes that she was worried too. I smiled back a weak smile trying to hold back my tears. I didn’t want her to see me cry.   She was hoping it would all work out, but I know we were taking a chance. We had no idea of how it was going to be.    My mom wanted change, a new beginning. I understood why, but my mind wasn’t ready to accept it. We had lived in Fargo, North Dakota for 6 years. That’s the longest we had stayed anywhere. It was the first place that I actually considered my hometown and now we were moving again. I was starting high school in less then a year.   I wasn’t ready to leave it all behind.   But my mom needed to get away. Everything seemed to be going in the wrong direction.  She had left her ex-boyfriend, but things still weren’t as good as they should be. She decided a new start with her new boyfriend, Phillip, in a new state would be just what she and I needed. He was born in California and was moving back and offered us a chance to go with him and she took it.  He started the car and I could feel us slowly backing up. We had already said our goodbyes to everyone the day before. It was early in the morning and the sun was just coming up. But I didn’t look outside the window as we passed the city for one last time. Instead I covered my face with the blanket acting like I was going to sleep while I let the tears roll down my face.  It felt like the end, but it was really just a new beginning.   Now four years later I don’t regret her choice.  My experiences have made me strong.  I believe that home is where your family is and she is my family. My home is what has made me who I am.  She has made me who I am. 

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