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HOW IT ALL BEGAN (PRO-LOUGE)

I could remember every single detail of that night. It was more than just a night for me, In matter of fact it was a life experience.
                 It was 9:09pm, Me and my brother Zack were preparing to go to bed. Zach was the type of kid who was always shy in public, he had a big temper and he loved too eat, he was a pretty big kid. So as were preparing to go to sleep. I heard my mother shouting at her friend from bedroom which is on the phone.         " Where the fuck is my money, When will I get paid."
                        She repeadly said to her friend or ex-friend. My mother open her bedroom door and exits her room. She goes to a fast walk mode and repeaditly shouts" you fucking bitch, if you don't get me my money, you will pay for it." 
                           Bye the time she finished talking and yelling at her friend on the phone she ended up in the kitchen. I and Johnathan open our bedroom door to get a peek at what's going on. We see our mother temper raising higher and higher like a skyscraper rising from the ground. As her anger reached to her boiling point, she literally grabs a chair and throws it across the room. Next she charges to the shelves, opens it, grabs all the glass cups and throws it against the fridgerator. Me and my brother begin to worry.

I nervously said "Johnathan I'm going to call the police, since mom said call the police, only when its an emergency."
                       " Ok Juan, the home phone is in the living room make sure you be safe" Zack replied.
         So as my mother is throwing glassed cups at the frigirater like a quarterback throwing to a wide reciever, I rushed open my door and ran throuh to the living room. As I passed through the kitchen my mother looks at me and gives me a look like a tom is going after jerry, and I'm jerry. So as I quickly enter the living room I grabbed the phone and prepare to rush my way to the guest bathroom. I ran really fast through the kitchen and my mother yells with no remotes
          "Juan what in the living fuck are you doing."
         I gave no respond and reach my way to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom, I dial 911.
     As the phone is ringing my mother bangs on the door and states "you better not be calling the police"
                               
Finally the operator picks up and says" Bridgeport police department, what is your emergency."
                      "Yes hello my mom is gong crazy, she's throwing stuff and she's really mad."
                                But even before the operator replied my mother broke through the door and took the home phone away from me.
                "You stupid peace of fuckng shit you, think you can disrespect me by calling the police on me,come the fuck over here." As She stated with and anger and disappointed tone.
         She grabs me by my shirt and I tell her "Mom I'm sorry I was really scared."
              She replied " Now your gonna have a reason to be scared."
                           Right after she stated those words she punched my face, mostly my nose
              I screamed and yelled"mom I'm soory, I'm sorry, Im sorry." She finally let go, till the point I started to bleed from nose. She opened up the cabint under the sink of the bathroom and threw me a rag. She left the bathroom and furiously walked back to the room.

I used the rag to wipe my face and clean the blood from the floor. I get up and walk to the bedroom. When i entered Zack gave me a loom of curiosity.
              " Are you ok Juan, what happened?"
                   "I'm fine let's just go to bed, mom is having a bad day." I replied with sadness in my face.
So I cut the lights and me and Zack tuck in bed
                  
This is how it all started. This is the day when my mother started to get abusive. I always thought that specific night was how she showed how she love me.

                HOWITALL BEGAN