This was posted in another sub an hour or so ago not long after the incident, and it was just some words that I wanted to release since I have no friends to talk to. And hopefully, I can leave some traces in this world if I really leave.
So my mom was arguing with that bastard (my biological father) for a divorce, over these 20 years from the time I started to recognize things, he made her cried so many times and even beat her, tonight they fought again and I finally can’t bear it anymore, I beat him into a pulp.
Then, he rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and tried to stab me, my mom blocked him, my mind suddenly calmed so I went into my room to avoid stimulating him more and luckily nothing happened to mom. Behind the door I was scared, afraid, not just him killing me, but most importantly my mom, I didn’t want anything happen to her.
Because we worried that he might really kill us when we were asleep, we moved to our grandma’s house.
But the problem is that he also knows where our grandma house is and possibly have the keys too.
Hopefully we really can live through tonight.
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