My mother blew up on me in a glorious over reaction.
My father was deployed in Iraq at the time.
Anyway, she was screaming and hollaring about how I lied to her and blah blah blah, not allowed to have a boyfriend, blah blah blah.
But I was refusing to break things off with Brendan, simply because I didn't want to live without him.
She decided to try and teach me a lesson and she said "If you're not going to follow my rules then I'm kicking you out."
She watched me walk half-way down the road before calling me back in to lecture me more.
At that point I was wishing she would have just kicked me out so I didn't have to deal with the crap anymore.
Brendan's parents would take me in.
They loved me.
So after being lectured for a while, I was sent to my room.
I was so angry at my mom. And so desperately in love with Bren.
I packed a backpack full of what I thought would be nessecary, threw it out the window, crawled out onto the roof (In below freezing weather. It was January.) and climbed down the tree.
I actually almost slipped and fell to break my neck when I was on the icey roof top.
But my foot caught on the gutter. The gutter was damaged, but I was unharmed.
Then I grabbed my backpack and started to walk to town.
I made it 2 miles where I stopped at the local WAL*MART and used one of the employee's cell phones to call Brendan and tell him to come pick me up.
Then I made the IDIOTIC decision of waiting outside for him.
I sat out there for about 30 minutes and my sister drove up and made me get in her car.
I was really mad.
All I wanted was to go live with Brendan, because that's the only place I truly felt loved.
That night was pretty awful from that point.
Even as I type this out some of the emotion starts to well up inside of me.
My sister took me home.
I was forced to listen to my mother sob over me for the rest of the night.
They were pretty mad because I was so quick to turn my back on them, but I was feeling like whatever you obviously dont care about my feelings.
I spent that night sleeping in my mother's bedroom so she could make sure I didn't try to run out again.
My dad called from Iraq in the middle of the night and lectured me.
I was so tired that I can't even recall what he said to me.
I'm sure I didn't care though.

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The Turn Around.
Non-FictionA true story about a little girl who got into big trouble.