Thursday, 15 July 2010
02:19:02 PM (GMT)
This one's from last night.
I was at my house.
I went in the kitchen to eat some ice cream.
My aunt, who lives thirty minutes away, was there.
She was talking to my "dad".
I don't think he's my real dad.
I hope not.
My "sister" had just been in the kitchen to eat ice cream herself.
I don't like her either.
She can't possibly be related to me.
There's no way
My "dad" started yelling at me that it was too late to eat ice cream.
I countered by saying my "sister" had just got some.
He screamed at me.
He slapped me really hard.
Or, to be more specific, let's give one of his real, actual quotes.
"I'll slap your ass"
I must have taken it with me.
Next thing I knew, I was in my room.
I was in the little area away from the door next to my bed.
I opened the lid.
Instead of Breyer's vanilla ice cream, there was a chocolate-like material.
I believe it must have been white chocolate.
I started scraping away at the "ice cream", because I had forgotten a spoon.
The my "mom" opened the door.
I always keep the door shut when I'm in my room.
She's not always the most kind, either.
She told me to go ahead and eat it.
She shut the door.
I woke up.
Last edited: 15 July 2010