Driving back to mom's house seemed like it took forever. Impatience took over. Frustration was building inside, and it was almost time for me to unleash it upon him. Pulling into the drive-way felt great. As I approached the back door, I noticed Jason through the window. Looking at him made me sick inside. I reached my hand to the door handle, and the door wouldn't open. Why was the back door locked? If he intentionally locked me out-side, I will be so pissed! Ringing the door bell over twenty times will hopefully catch his attention. Frustration was once again building as he approached the door. The smirk on his face grossed me out. He knew what he did, and he knows whats coming. It was time to commit a little murder.
I had to make the first move. As he open the door, I leaped at him like a lion leaps at its prey. I thought I was in full control. He manage to wrestle me on my back. His hand was pressing my head against the carpet. The sides were turned and he was now in power. Giving up was my last option.Telling me to clam down was the last thing i wanted to hear him say. Why should I calm down? He gave me a perfectly good reason to be a savage. Somehow one of his fingers slipped into my mouth, and I bite down as hard as possible. His finger was now doomed. Tearing one of his fingers off didn't seem like a bad idea. I wanted to bite it right off and spit it back in his face. He managed to rip out his finger, and the next thing I knew, I had a fist coming at me. Taking cover was my first reaction. Covering my hands over my head, and curling up in a ball seemed smart. I peaked through my arms, and saw him standing and yelling. His size thirteen jordans were now pounding against my head. The pain was intense. I panicked, and began to cry. Tears of shame, and embarrassment began to pour down. I stared into his eyes and asked him why he did his crime. He just did it to be funny as usual. He apologized but my pain was too deep. I couldn't accept his offer of sorrow.
The next couple of weeks were quite awkward. We didn't speak or talk to each other. Sleeping at dad's house for a couple of weeks didn't bother me. I Just had to put up with my evil step-mother. After a couple of weeks I decided to go visit my mother. Jason was there, but things have settled at bit. I was still mad, but now I was just disappointed in him. He apologized once again, and accepted the offer. Now that I look back at what happened, I laugh. It was a stupid and childish thing of him to do, but life goes on. People move on and forget about things. Sometimes only time can heal troubles.
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