July 12, 2018, 2:29 am
Yesterday was a horrible day. My grandfather is known for going a little crazy every once and awhile, but recently the craziness hasn't stopped. Yesterday my dad, my dog, and I drove two hours away to go to my grandparents' house to see how my grandfather is doing. We get to the house and you can see the hatred in my grandpa's eyes when he sees my dad then he's all smiles when he sees me. We go in the house and I bring my dog's bed and blanket so he can lay down. I say hi to my grandma then put the bed in the living room. Walking around the house is weird because everything is different. There are no pictures on the walls or on the fridge, which is weird because they're normally filled with pictures. My grandpa then decides he wants to talk to me, his way of talking is speaking this nonsense spanglish that I can't exactly understand while he blabs about random stuff. Well yesterday he went on and on about how supposedly my dad is horrible and steals from my grandpa, which by the way is a complete lie. While he was talking he grabbed a knife, which kinda scared me, and started cutting food. As he blabbed he got angry and went after my dad yelling. While he's yelling he kinda waves his arms around, which is scary since the knife is still in his hand. My grandma tried to call the police, but the phone wasn't working. Then my grandparents screamed at each other. After that my grandpa went back to yelling at my dad and said he'd call the cops because my dad was there, so my dad said fine call them Quinn and I will be in my car. So I grabbed my dog and got in the car forgetting the dog bed in the house. I remembered it when I got to the car, but my dad said to leave it. My grandpa kept yelling, so we left. As we drove down the road my dad started crying, this was the first time I ever saw him cry. He told me that he had to deal with this his whole childhood. He had to deal with my grandpa yelling and hitting him and his brother and sister. I knew my grandpa use to tell, but I didn't know he hurt them badly. On the way home we stopped at my aunt's friend's house because my aunt was there getting her hair done. While I was there I learned even more about their horrible childhood and how it's now put them on many different medications. I feel very bad for my grandma because she has been very excited that I'm going to have a brother, but having to take care of my grandpa might make her miss out on his birth and lot of his life. It turns out the reason there are no pictures up at my grandparents' is because my grandpa is destroying and burning as much as he can, but my dog's bed that I accidentally left there might not be burnt because it belongs to me and my grandpa for some reason wants to protect my belongings. My dad and mom repeatedly ask me of I'm ok I always say yeah, but to be honest I really don't know because now I'm afraid of my grandpa and don't want to see him until he gets better and the only way to do that is take the medicine he refuses to take. My family doesn't know what we're going to do and it's making us all miserable I hate it. Just incase you were wondering my mom and I went to the store when I got home and bought my dog a new bed and a new blanket and I think he likes them more then his old bed and blanket.
