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ugh i hate this house. my dad started screaming at my little sister for no reason, and iw as like "barbara, just say yes so he'll shut up" and he flipped on me. he treid to come into my room, take away my pictures, and tell me i had to go to sleep. fuck that. just because he got away with that when i was 6, doesn't mean he can pull that shit with me now. it's not even his house. so we started fighting more, and i walked out of my room, basically telling him to go fuck himself, it wasn't his house, he couldn't tell me what to do like that. by this point, i had walked into the kitchen. he grabbed me by the back of my head, dragged me into my room, and threw me down next to my bed. i got right back up, told him never to touch me like that again, slammed the door in his face and locked it. he told my mom to get my cell phone from me. and of course, last night i let dave keep it for the night. he was like "i don't give a fuck where you have to walk, go get me the fucking phone." so i grabbed my keys and walked out the door, with every intention upon going to dave's and staying there. but, my mother grabbed me, and wouldn't let me leave unless she drove me. so she drove me sown there. i rang the bell, and his mom answered. she was asking me what happened, and i just told her i fought with my dad. i was still shaking, and when dave saw me, he would not let me leave until i told him what happened. i was crying as i told him, and when i was done.. he was flipping. i told him to calm down, cuz it was my fault, i started with him and asked for it. dave was like "no.. there's no reason he should of done that." i just couldn't stop crying. dave just sat there and held me and comforted me for the longest time. i had to stop crying so i could go back to the car. like 15 min. later, i went back to the car, got bitched at the whole way home.
i called dave when i got in, and talked to him for a while. idk what i would've done last night without him. he's so protective over me, and i love him for it. i mean, if it weren't for him, i would've had no one last night. he didn't care about the ifght or why it started. he just wanted to make sure i was alright, and that's all he was worried about. i will always love dave for that.
well, i'm on the phone with him right now. i just needed to update. i think i'm gunna go get dressed, call elyse, and then head down to dave's house. later.
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