Yesterday night was the worst night of my life.
Me and my brother fought.
He hit me and pushed me while my mom did nothing.
That was the third time he put his hands on me like that.
Luckily, I didn't call the cops like I wanted to.
My best friend and her boyfriend picked me up and took me to my boyfriends house.
My boyfriend and his little brothers and sister cheered me up and made me feel so much better.
I haven't seen them in like 6 months so I was a little emotional at first.
They all hugged me and said that they missed me. It really touched my heart.
Two hours passed and I had to go back home before my parents would look fer me.
I came back home and hell broke loose.
My dad yelled at me. and it seemed as if no one didn't care what my brother did or said to me.
I was basically getting abused. . . emotionally and verbally.
I couldn't take it anymore.
My best friend came to pick me up so I can spend the night, but I couldn't leave.
I got yelled at even more.
I cried and cried and cried.
My eyes are still puffy and tired from crying.
. . . .
But now, I'm somewhat ok. . . kinda.
I'm slowly recovering from everything.
I'm so lucky to have such a great best friend.
I love her so much and I will most definetly do anything fer her.
Whenever she needs me, I'll always be there.
And thank god fer her boyfriend fer having a license and a car.
And I am very lucky to have an amazing boyfriend.
Last night proved that my best friend and my boyfriend both care a lot about me.
I love them so much.<3
Thank you fer being there.<3