Good Riddance

I was tired; exhausted actually. I could hear a voice but was it real? What was it saying? "Are you awake?" yes I can hear you. But my body didn't respond, I couldn't wake up to look up. I couldn't tell if I was still dreaming or if someone was in my room trying to wake me up. Silence and a what felt like an hour later I heard my door again, this time I was able to look. My mom taped a note to my door and left. What did it say? I didn't have the strength to find out and soon was back asleep.

The muscles in my body ached. My step sister had slapped me and I socked her back. That turned into a wrestling match which ended with me pinning her to the living room floor, strong enough to rip the hoodie she was wearing. "You need to CALM DOWN!" I yelled at her. She called me foul names, something I'm used to hearing from her daily. "You do NOT act like this in my mothers house!" I yelled.
"Your moms?" she said
"Yeah, MY moms!" Senior took this chance to say it was his house too - he was enjoying the show from his chair, my mom crying had left to the kitchen.
"It was MY moms house first."
"Actually it was Nicks house first." she added. She tried to grab my shirt but couldn't reach it and kept struggling to get away but my body was stronger than hers and she resorted to pulling hair, which didn't phase me. "I'm not letting go until you do." she said finally. I told her to let go but she repeated herself and added "I'll just keep pulling harder." I rolled my eyes, pulling hair doesn't hurt. I paused for a moment and let go of her, with a final push she jumped up and away from me, fixed her hair and went back to sitting on the couch. I looked for my mom but she had left so I went back upstairs.

She had underestimated my strength. I don't work out just for the bikini privledges. I might not be a good fighter but I'm good at defending - and I got the situation under control. Alex had been waiting on webcam and wanted to know what just happened. I explained and was very loud in my insulting. My mom came up a little bit earlier to see if I was okay. I was. I had been expecting a punch for a couple days - and all I got was a head slap. Long story short my mom said it'd be best if I moved out - that it just wasnt working out. She was crying and I said my friend Kyle would take me in and she was pleased with that.

I had used a lot of strength to win the physical situation. Every muscle felt it but at least I know that I can depend on my strength in such situations. Cathy packed and left the house with her two daughters at one in the morning, and she wasn't quiet about it. Good riddance.

Before she left senior came up to my bedroom (where I was packing) and apologized and said he'd try to work it out with my mom but to not move out. "Stay," he said, "I've raised you since you were two, you owe me this much. Don't leave." Then he turned and left, after kissing my forehead. I looked around helplessly and confused. I already had half my stuff packed and people on stand by to help me move. What now?

The note my mom had taped to my door said to text Senior when I woke up. I did and he said he wanted to have dinner just him and I so we can talk. So that's what we're doing tomorrow. Honestly, I was planning on staying at my moms for another year when I'd be getting married and moving to England. But I'll probably still move to Kyles. It would be a lot less stressful and I don't feel comfortable here at home anymore. Getting attacked in your living room does that. I guess we'll see how dinner goes tomorrow.

Sheesh, fights are a great way to stay in shape.