This Path I'm On

The Break Up.

It was a Sunday is all I can remember. July I think, in 2017. My friend Lyssa is from Springfield, Illinois. I live in a small town about 45 minutes from there. My dad's mom and his dad sell produce in Springfield. They make good money doing so.

We brought Lyssa to our house on a Saturday, and she was supposed to stay until Monday. But, when Sunday came, she wanted to go home early. I wasn't going to argue with her. So, I just told her yes.

I didn't want to stay at my dad's without her, because he was just in one of his bad moods. So, I called my sister to see if she could come pick me up. She was in Missouri, but she would be home in about 3 hours. She was going to pick me up.

I go up to my grandma and grandpa's house. I tell my grandma that Lyssa wants to go home early. My grandma just started screaming at me, saying, "Why are you trying to make her leave? You are a terrible person!" She was thinking that I told Lyssa to leave. I didn't.

She started chasing me with a fly swatter. I ran outside. She was screaming, "You just wait until I go down and tell your dad about this! See what happens! Russell, go down and get her dad!" I was screaming, "No, no, please! You have no idea what he'll do! Please, Grandma!"

She wouldn't listen. So I ran off into the woods. Hiding in a creek, barefoot. I called my sister screaming and crying. My sister doesn't know how to deal with situations like this, so she got angry at me.

I called my mom. My mom was very concerned. She wanted to send the police, I wouldn't let her. So she sent her friend Jessica to get me.

I heard my dad screaming my name. I didn't answer. After Jessica came to get me, I got a text from my dad saying, "Please come home and talk to me. I don't know what happened but i'm sorry." I didn't reply. That was the last I heard from him in a month.

Thank you so much for reading! Don't think so bad of my dad. He's not a bad guy, in the next chapter you'll see what I mean. I'll update soon! Byee!💛