Last night, around 8 P.M., my uncle told me to take out the trash with the mistaken idea that the trashmen came this morning, instead of tomorrow morning. I decided to do it in the morning. Lately I'd been getting up late in the mornings, so I set my alarm clock. Unfortunately, I set it wrong. I get up this morning at 6:20, and about two minutes after this, my dad walks through the door. He begins to lecture me on how I don't listen to him (partially true) and how I don't do the things he asks (the trash incident). So I just stay quiet through this. He then goes on to tell me he's taking my computer until Christmas, and going to give me a whipping tonight (14 licks he says with a paddle whose dimensions are about a 1'6" long, 6" wide, and 1.5" thick. It's at this point I freak out. I go nuts, telling him he's crazy to even imagine trying to do this to me, that I can't physically withstand it. Eventually, the conversation gets more into how he's going to punish me.
Every morning now, he says, I have to get up at 5:00 A.M. This one's taken with a bit more composure, and I just frown. He still insists on the whipping.
Then he tells me to get the trash done and feed the dog and get to school (I now have to walk because I was too busy arguing with him to catch the bus.) This is about 6:45 in the morning. So we get into it some more about what I have and have not been doing lately, and eventually it gets to the fact that I'm his son and he's my father and I should show him more respect. But he's not my father. He's my uncle. I can't feel any differently about him.
So I tell him this.
He tells me to get out of the house immediately or he'll throw me out. So I do. While I'm phoning my friends to see if I can get a ride, I end up getting into it with him again.
Same mess, blah blah blah, only now he offers me a ride to school, insisting I won't get there on time without his ride. Well, he was right, but I was still reluctant to accept. He eventually forces me to.
On the way, he gives me a lecture on what I should have done, what I should do, what I did wrong, etc etc, and he tells me he's going to send me to my real mom (whose house I moved out of because her partner was beating me, and I eventually ended up at my Uncle's house). It's been 2 years since I have last seen her, and I have no regrets...until now. She refuses to have me in the house, refuses to let me back into her life, and I refuse to go back in.
So now I don't know what to do. I'm here at school, posting from my C Programming computer, and I'm scared and I'm alone and I don't know what to do. I don't know if I'll see you guys again, and if I do, when, but I'll miss all of you if I never see any of you again. I just thought I'd let you know.
Every morning now, he says, I have to get up at 5:00 A.M. This one's taken with a bit more composure, and I just frown. He still insists on the whipping.
Then he tells me to get the trash done and feed the dog and get to school (I now have to walk because I was too busy arguing with him to catch the bus.) This is about 6:45 in the morning. So we get into it some more about what I have and have not been doing lately, and eventually it gets to the fact that I'm his son and he's my father and I should show him more respect. But he's not my father. He's my uncle. I can't feel any differently about him.
So I tell him this.
He tells me to get out of the house immediately or he'll throw me out. So I do. While I'm phoning my friends to see if I can get a ride, I end up getting into it with him again.
Same mess, blah blah blah, only now he offers me a ride to school, insisting I won't get there on time without his ride. Well, he was right, but I was still reluctant to accept. He eventually forces me to.
On the way, he gives me a lecture on what I should have done, what I should do, what I did wrong, etc etc, and he tells me he's going to send me to my real mom (whose house I moved out of because her partner was beating me, and I eventually ended up at my Uncle's house). It's been 2 years since I have last seen her, and I have no regrets...until now. She refuses to have me in the house, refuses to let me back into her life, and I refuse to go back in.
So now I don't know what to do. I'm here at school, posting from my C Programming computer, and I'm scared and I'm alone and I don't know what to do. I don't know if I'll see you guys again, and if I do, when, but I'll miss all of you if I never see any of you again. I just thought I'd let you know.
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