So know we are going back in the past again and this is when my dad and my sisters and I moved in with my grandmother and my father already started to get the habit for someone to sleep in the same bed with him but my father always got so mad at my grandmother because she always treated me differently then my sisters because nobody ever stood up for me but my grandmother always did and I appreciated her for it but sometimes I needed to stand for myself but she just didn't see it that way.
But my grandmother also had a boyfriend that always used her and she didn't really care because she just didn't want to be lonely and they would fight all the time and that would get my father so mad because he would have to listen to them argue and one day her boyfriend did something that I can't actually remember but my father went into her bedroom and started beating the shit out of him. He tried to get away but my father was in his heels but then my father changed directions and we already knew what he was getting could you guess. Well he came from his room with something and that something was a gun and he tried to shoot him and he started running so the bullet went though the screen door and he started chasing after him and he ended up getting to him.
My grandmother made her way out side and she started begging for him to put the gun down and she was crying and then he pointed it at her telling her to go back inside but she told no and she begged him over and over to put it down and eventually he did and he went back into the house but in his way there he yelled at him saying that if it happened again he would kill him.
Another incident was when my father was in a really bad mood and my grandmother did something and he was in her room and we just heard crashing and banging in her room and my grandmother is crying and yelling for my dad to stop and he would start yelling at her and they would fight and then we heard a really loud bang and we started crying not knowing what was going on and eventually he left her room and made his way back to his room and I enter my grandmothers room and I look over and there was a hole in her wall because I father punched it.
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