A lifestyle with an idiotic exotic alcoholic mother figure

The day she started being abusing

I locked the door, she bang on the door thinking I would open it. What in the holy mary mother of god would I open that door when she is trying to hit me? That time, I was stupid enough to fricking open the door and let my mom hit me and I realize that she is weak as fuck and I barely feel anything. When I was like 11, she started getting a fucking hammer and hitting the door continuously, I swear to god, if hitting an old woman is legal, I would have R.K.Oed her 20 times.

During the younger times, I was scared, like, who wouldn't when their own mother tries to hit them? I had a tutor named Joshua, he was like my brother more than my tutor. I turned 12 and met this idiotic woman and a skinny-ass guy named Julianne and Amhyr. I was studying at UC and I still hated school since it made me feel like Albert einstein if he went to a mental hospital forgetting to take his medication.

While I was studying, my alcoholic exotic mom went to hit me with a THICK stick. I* caught the stick and broke it in half, which I never thought I was capable of but yes. Until now, I'm not scared anymore, I'm calmer even when my mom bangs on my door telling mew to get out. When one time I called one of my friends and she was scared but I just said its fine.