What About Me

Moving away

*DISCLAIMER FUCKED UP SHIT HAPPENS*
So after Jeremy got out, we moved away. To Lincoln Park, University 1470. We first moved there because of Jeremy's aunt Deb rented the house to us. So we stayed there for about 5 years, I wasn't a big fan of Jeremy from the beginning and never will be. But Theresa liked him so I forced myself to be nice. There is a lot of memories here so get ready. At first it wasn't all that bad, me and Joe made friends with two boys One named Jason who was my best friend and lived about five houses down and Corey lived about three. They were much older than us but I had a huge thing for the both of them. I would never be inside when it was nice out. Theresa like Jason and Corey couldn't leave his house much. So she knew Jason a lot more, I was best friends with Jason's little sister who was much younger than me and Joe. When I started school there, I was getting bullied a lot like way to much. There was these twins named Adrian and Bostamanta (I spelt his name wrong) but Bostamanta would always make fun of me, kick balls at my head and chase me around, push me around and everything. His brother on the other hand was more of sweet kind. Me and him had a crush on each other for four years, sweetest boy. But his brother never stopped bullying me. But I loved my first grade teacher, Mr.S it was Santana or something along those lines, he is or was a principal after leaving. That was his dream, second grade Mrs. Bosack...omg she was the sweetest lady ever, legit helped me with everything. One day, my friend diamond was messing around in line, we were heading to lunch. She was spinning around and her foot landed between both lines and Mrs. Bosack tripped and hit her head left a big ASS bump on her head, was bleeding and went to the hospital. Diamond was losing it, crying and blamed herself for Mrs. Bosack's death. She was fine by the way. Weird thing tho, every winter when we would have recess, come back inside. Instantly my nose was bleeding, would go through a box every time cause it was so much blood. But one day during someone, a seen a group of girls running from this kid and they said "he ate of the trash and didn't wash his hands." I didn't know better and said eww. We were called in for recess and this kid was in the fourth grade chasing me around trying to hit me. So my friend Miguel ran from line and I tripped and the guy swung and hit Miguel in the stomach. Me and him both got in trouble. I feel so bad for that, I wish I could've done something about it but I didn't know how. Anyway I made this friend, can't remember her name. But she was the coolest person. I went over her house and hung out there for a couple of hours. We were in the kitchen and she forgot something in her room and I went to go get it for her and her older brother was behind the door. Grabbed me by my throat and slammed me on the bed, was yelling at me and telling me I needed to leave. His sister walked in and yelled at him. She told her parents, they took me home. Never told my mom because I knew she wouldn't have cared and the boy got in trouble so don't worry lmao. But anyway when it would be summer time and I didnt see my dad. We would stay with Theresa and Jeremy. They were the party type, Jeremy is a angry drunk, Theresa would just laugh till her mood was ruined. So one day we went my Aunt Laura and Uncle Stan's house, Jeremy and the boys were playing a card game. Me and Joe played in the basement because they had a bar down there and a cash register down there so me and him would play bar. We wouldn't drink, would had like pop and act like they were beer and play drunk. It was fun, the adults would come down and "buy" beer from us. But they went back to there card game and Jeremy blamed Theresa for making him lose. Even tho she was outside no where near him. So we left and on our way home. They were fighting and Jeremy punching Theresa's car and she kicked him out. We drove home, he beat us there somehow. They would make up, next day they would acted like nothing happened. One day we came from Aunt Laura and Stan's house, Jeremy was hammered. Me and Joe had school the next day so Theresa was some what sober. I was upstairs and I believe Joe was downstairs sleeping. I was laying on the floor and Theresa came into the room and told me "don't tell Jeremy I'm in the next room." A couple minutes later he runs up the stairs looking for her and he asks where is she. I said I don't know and the next thing I see is him grabbing her by her hair and dragging her down the stairs by her hair and I'm screaming "let her go, I'll get you when I'm older Jeremy." I'm sitting on the floor crying and waiting to hear something. I walk down the stairs so quietly and open the kitchen door from the stairs and I see Theresa sitting on the kitchen floor sharpening knifes crying her eyes out and tells me to go wake up Joe cause we are going to my grandmas. Joe is a hard sleeper, nothing can wake him up. So I finally woke him up and I ask where are your shoes. I leave the room and freeze. I'm just staring at Theresa and Jeremy. Jeremy is balling his eyes out while Theresa is holding a knife up to his throat. If you think this is bad just wait, there's a lot more. I don't remember what caused this fight but I fell asleep downstairs and our neighbors came over and was talking them out of the fight. But Jeremy carried me up stairs and I woke up in his arms while Bruce was walking behind him talking to him saying that he needs to put me down. He puts me in a chairs and Jeremy throws shit out of the window, mattress, clothes, Theresa's phone...middle of winter I might add you. She couldn't find her phone for two days. After him throwing it, he burried it so she wouldn't find it. But they would always make up. Me and Joe had to sleep on the floor in the dinning room and they were about to get freaking and I ran upstairs and stayed up there with Joe making a tent, we got caught and was told to go to bed. About fourth grade, Jason moved, Corey wasn't around. Our school was really picking, we weren't allowed to wear any shirts with pictures on it. Joe got int trouble for having iron man on his shirt. But before we move on, I would like to say something. I was caught in drama at school and was being made fun off so we were forced to go to the office. Theresa didn't want to hear me out and instantly ground me so there's that. There's more fights that I can name off like one time Theresa went to court so Jeremys dad was watching us and I was sneaking our neighbors and Joe some cookies. I lied and said I didn't have anything in my shirt and I was yelled at and was sent to the corner and wasn't allowed out till they got home. Or the time my dad came over and I throw up on myself because he wouldn't let me up. Or the time our room was so hot that I couldn't stand it and plotted on the floor and and got bitched for sleeping on the floor. Another thing our house was almost broke into while me and Joe were off with my dad. They were trying to break into me and joes room. They didn't go back since Jeremy or Theresa scared them off. Oh my god I can I forget about Batman....okay so Jeremy was working at the time cleaning peoples old houses. He found a abandoned dog locked in the bathroom, drinking water from the toilet and eating jeans. He was so skinny and he looked happy being with us. I called him Batman and he responded to it too. Reason why I called him that is because he was so skinny that his ears looked like Batman's ears so that was his name. But one day, I was told to bring him food while he was outside...he was still weak. I went outside calling for him, wondering where he could've gone. I thought he ran away and didn't like us. But we had a big pond in our backyard by our deck and he fell in and couldn't get himself out. We had a lot of cats after him. Our first was midnight...the best car in the world but sooooo grumpy. He was a outside cat, hated being inside. Late at night he would wake me up fighting other outside cats. He got into a big fight and his head was covered in blood. He was forced to stay inside, one day he went outside and Jeremy grabbed him up and grew him inside and he hit the wall. After thought Midnight would piss all over Jeremy's shit. Than Chaos came along, he was from Theresa's uncle. They couldn't take care of him. He was older but they would always fight when midnight wasn't allowed outside. One day Jeremy brought a new car home and midnight was never seen again. He ran away. Rome was next...he was my third favorite, he was the sweetest cat. Wouldn't bite only nibble, would cuddle with you, so soft. One day he got really really sick. He wouldn't eat or drink anything. Was to weak to move, I got sick while he was at the vet. They came home with Rome...but I told was "he was to sick, we couldn't save him." I started crying my eyes out. After Rome, we got my favorite cat of all time. Oscar, he was my buddy. I would always play with him and have all kinds of fun. After midnight none of the cats became outside cats cause we didn't want to lose any of them...than we were force to move