The Winding Roads

Save Me From This

  Three weeks after I was released from my chains of restriction, I received a text message from my sister Ashley Anderson. This text Message stated that "If I wanted to be taken away from this, that I needed to tell her that way she could hire I lawyer to see what we could do." A I read this message I had fear that our mother would find out that I was trying to leave; so I lied and told her that our mom was getting better. She asked me one more time, and I broke down knowing that I was a fool for not taking this opportunity seriously. I told her this

  "I wanted a life where I could sleep at night without worrying about being hurt, and I wanted a family where I could be happy." 

  I was desperate for happiness, but I believed that I could no longer grasp the treads of this emotion. Five days went by, and knowing that it was possible that I could be removed from this broken home was eating away at me every day. On the fifth day my best friend Dustin called me to see if he could come over to hang out. While Dustin and myself were hanging out in my room I received a text message that states the following:

  "The judge has awarded temporary custody, we are heading to the sheriffs office. Lock your door, and wait in your room when they are on there way."

  Needless to say I began to panic, and I started getting bags of basic clothing together that I packed prier to this event. All of a sudden four police cars come into our yard, and that is my signal to get ready for hell to break loose. While taking deep breaths I could hear the officers stating that "due to court order Austin Presley will be removed from this estate." The next thing I know the officers are at my door, and I am in a cop car heading to the meeting spot where my sister is awaiting my presence. The officer noticed the panic on my face, and he simply said "It's all over now." Once I heard that It was like a building was thrown off my shoulders. 

  I have been living with my sister for two years, and I have had some trouble adjusting to the new lifestyle. I was soon able to feel comfortable in my new home, and I didn't have to worry anymore. We have fought a total of five court cases for my living with my sister, and gladly my sister won the custody hearing. Although... my mother was granted weekend visitation.... 

  I can remember when my court representative told me that my mother was granted visitation, I was reduced to raging tears in seconds. That night my sister and I fought for countless hours about me going over to Mrs. Anderson's house for the weekend. That night I went to sleep with fear, and I woke up with a different outlook on the situation. I went over to my mothers house for a total of three weekends, and I felt so uncomfortable in her house to the point that I could not sleep at night. Due to the fact that I was so scared of being there I refused to take part into the granted visitation. 

  This decision came with a lot of fighting between the two families, and a lot of childish phone calls from my mother stating how much of a hypocrite my sister was. 

My Thoughts

  -I love this woman as I should; she is the one who brought me into this world. Although, I don't understand what kind of mother would want to bring this much pain onto her children. The saddest thing of all is when we were at court she acted as if what she did to me was justified as proper ways to teach children right from wrong. Over the years I thought it was my fault for making my mother act the way she does, and at the time I wanted to take my life thinking it would make her happy. I love my mother, but that does not mean I will put up with the abusive, childish, and controlling acts of this woman.-