My terrible life

My life

On August 8th cps came to my moms house cause someone called in and said I was with an older man and my mom was still using. My mom admitted that she was still using and the cps lady said I had to leave the next day. If I wanted to see my mom I have to be under supervision and I'd have to wait a few months of her being clean to be able to come back.
It broke my heart and the next day I fell to the floor screaming when I saw my dad and his wife come to pick me up. I held onto her and cried so much. (I don't ever cry in front of people) Then when I got back home I was forced to unpack all my boxes cause I was about to move in fully with my mom. Early in the morning at about 10am on August 10th I ran away with some older guy I knew that lived close. He took me to see my mom but, cops were everywhere so I couldnt see her. On August 12th at 12am he dropped me off at an gas station in Maxwell near Lockhart. I was stuck there and stayed behind the gas station. I had no one to get me. Then I had someone on the phone and he said he was on his way. He ended up telling the police where I was and they came. They had their lights on me so I ran across the street and hid into a ditch and they drove over there and flashed their brights but, they couldn't see me so they left.
Then at 4am I knocked on the door of a house that was the only one visible. They let me sleep in the back of their pick up with a towel. Then at 9am I ran back to the gas station and accidentally answered a "No Caller ID" and it was New Braunfels Police. I ended up having to turn myself in and they drove me back to my dads. I spent the time there just unpacking. That's when an investigation started because the police searched my room when I ran away and found journals I wrote about things that I've done and things that other people have done. They even took my phone. (They still have it now but,
I got my number transferred on this really old crappy phone)
Anyways on August 18th my dad did all he could to get me admitted to a mental hospital in San Antonio and it finally worked. I got admitted even though he lied about a lot. I stayed in there till August 21st. I decided to do better and told my dad I'd love to start drivers ed since I'm 15. I also want to start doing better and enjoying where I live now. Then you know what.. on August 23rd he surprised me and tells me he already bought me a ticket when I was in the mental hospital to go to Dunedin,FL to live with my moms uncle. I even told him I changed but, he thinks I'll run away there and he doesn't even want me ever getting a permit or a license. So.. on August 25th I went to the Austin airport and went alone on a plane to Tampa,FL. I hate it here so much.... my uncle is a creep and treats his wife like shit. The high school here sucks too.. I have straight A'a but, my dad still won't let me come back. No matter what I do it's never enough to him... that's why I think I'm stuck here till I'm 18.