So I just had like a hour and a half conversation with my parents about my ex(mainly)
My mom was on the phone but my dad and I were just fooling around in her office. He turned to me and was like punch me. And proceeded to put his arm on display for me to hit. I said no and looked back at my phone. "Pretend this is your ex's face and punch me." He said pointing to his bicep. I raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "You sure you want me to punch you that hard?" I asked catiously. "Do it." he repeated. I proceeded to make a fist and get into position.
I dont really know what came over me. Usually when my dad asks me and my siblings to hit him to test your strenght I usually laugh and walk away but this time I didnt. My eyes kinda went cloudy and my body worked on its own accord. A fire of rage was just light inside me and I felt all my hatered flow through my body. I felt like I was Amy from Dorothy Must Die(Sorry for spoiler) when she killed the lion.
I threw my hand at my dads arm and once I drew my hand away it was like I snapped back to reality. His eyes were wide and he just turned on his heal and walked up to his room. I asked if he was okay but he didnt answer. I nervously laughed and told my mom what had happened. Im kind of scared of myslef right now. I didnt know I was that strong. Now you see my dad is practically made out of steel. He rarely EVER gets hurt. So the fact that I hurt him was kind of unerving. He came back a few minutes later and was like "Oh yeah thats gonna leave a bruise. Im pretty sure if you punch him you'll break his face." I kinda just nervously laughed again. I kinda feel like Garroth right now too. Just I dont know my strength.
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Randomthis is just a place for me to write out my feelings and stuff. I dont expect a lot of people to read this I just think it will be helpful rather than keeping it all bottled up. I got this idea from a few of my friends(you know who you are) and just...
