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Why can't you just give me some hope for stepfathers!? You don't have to be blood related to your child to give a shit about them!! **sobs** DAMN IT!!! T_T
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This picture really hits close to home, but instead it's with my biological dad. I've always hated him so much, he hits me and always yells at everyone. I feel so powerless and useless, all I ever do is cry and that's all I'm good for, nothing else. He always gets into verbal fights with my mom almost every night, no matter how much I turn the volume on my computer I can still hear them through the door.
He's always had anger issuses, but recently since my dog was diagnosed with lung cancer he's been extra on edge ( I mean we all are but especially him). 2 weeks ago my brother was late coming home to bring my dog to the hair salon and my dad was constantly calling him to come home and with every call he got more snd more mad until he was yelling right into the phone saying fuck between every two words. 20 minutes later my brother came through the door apologizing that he was late but my dad didn't want any part of that. He came running at my brother and began to yell right into his face screaming, guilt tripping him for being so late. My brother began yelling back at him telling him to fuck off. My dad then wrapped his hands around my brothers neck chocking him lifting him off the ground. I started yelling at him to put my brother down but he didn't listen. Panicking I ran to the kitchen and looked around, I saw a kitchen knife sitting in the counter, I ran to it and picked it up, I looked at it for a solid 10 seconds debating wether I should bring it with me a stab my dad right in the neck. Time was running out as I kept hearing my brother attempting to breath. I realized I didn't want blood on my hands so I ran back and jumped on my dads back wrapping my arm around his neck, chocking him. I yelled as loud as I could for help and luckily one of my brothers friends were home and he came up as fast as he could to see my dad chocking my brother and me on my dads back chocking him. My brothers friends tried with all his might to pry my dad off my brother but he to no avail. After 2 minutes of yelling, screaming, and pleading for my dad to stop he put my brother down only to slap him. I took this moment to sprint to the living room and picked up the phone to call the cops. My dad let go of my brother and tried to get the phone out of my hand screaming at me to drop it. I told the police what had happened and they told me someone was on their way. Everything was quiet in the house until the police arrived. They started questioning my dad and my brother while I was on the sidelines. As the questioning was happening I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and then another, and then another, until it was a full stream of tears. I cuped my hand over my mouth fell to the ground as I started wailing. It was probably to hardest I've ever cried in my entire life, I couldn't stop screaming into my hand, the police came over right away to see if I was okay, I wasn't. I couldn't stop, no matter what I did I just couldn't stop.
Fast forward two weeks until today and my dad acts as if non of it never happened. He still lives with us, my mom acts as if it never Happened, and my brother firgives him. Me, I haven't talked to him since and make as little eye contact as possible. I've started seeing a new therapist since then to deal with the traumatic experience. I haven't left my room in 2 weeks, I've skipped school for 2 weeks, and on the weekends I stay in bed all day, just wanting nothing but to sleep because only in my dreams can I forget, all I want to do is forget.
It's been 2 weeks now and every second I live I regret not taking the knife.
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Oh! I feel so bad for you!
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I may not know if it's true or not. But if it is I am sorry that you experience something that horrible. I know the words of a stranger don't mean much but they're all I can offer. If it Isn't true, well you can probably figure what I would say. .
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This picture... It looks kinda sad, and familiar. So who is going to help Scoots?
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*looks at picture* Oh, cool pic, awesome! *looks at title* 
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That title. Oh gosh, that title. I could have interpreted her fear in any way, from monsters to demons, but when it is something as real as an abusive relative... Wow. I admit it; youยดve truly impressed me.
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I feel ya scoots.
Been through that way to many times.
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