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My life was worth a jar of spare change
My step father decided I wasn’t welcome in his home anymore.
“You need to leave.” My step father said this, nonchalantly, after calling me into the garage. His voice was slurred a little bit, he had been day drinking. There were already several empty glass bottles surrounding him.
I had been confused so I asked him what he meant. “Pack your bags, you need to leave this house now!” He yelled this, startling me. My mother had already gone to work, I didn’t know what to do so I just turned around and walked back inside.
He followed me into the house and yelled the entire time. That I wasn’t packing my bags fast enough, that I was ruining his life. I could hear another bottle of beer being opened and his shuffling towards my direction.
I didn’t have anywhere to go
Everything was happening so suddenly I was just complying. All I could get was a backpack with a toothbrush and a change of clothes. But I had no money, I didn’t have anywhere to go and he wouldn’t let me call my mother. Did they have a talk this morning about this? Did they both agree that I shouldn’t stay in this house anymore?
As the shock wore off, I started to realize he was only doing this at this time because my mother was gone. At least, I didn’t want to believe that she was kicking…
