Hello everyone,
Yes, I had a literal black eye. I woke up that morning on the day of my flight to finish up packing. I packed enough for 4 days and made it clear to everyone that I would return the following Monday and begin school.
However, the day before I was to leave, my grandfather called me on the phone and said my mother had called him saying I was "really" going. As if I was bluffing? So, she came to me and said she "changed her mind" about me going. I looked at her and said I was sorry if she no longer "agreed" with me going, but the choice was mine.
Ironically, 2 witnesses came to the door. The conversation was making me sick.
So I'm sitting there 3 hours before my flight and asked my mother if she could give me a ride to the airport. With only one car, I had no choice but to ask. She refused to answer and finally said "You're not going." That ticked me off so bad. But I bit my tongue and said I'd just call a cab. She started arguing with me and it escalated into yelling. I finally asked her what he problem was and she went into talking down on me. Always making it a point that Jehovah doesn't like children who disrespect their parents. I told her that her role as my mother had been revoked and I no longer saw her as a mother with the way she acts. I said some things out of anger...
I finally got up to leave the room and saw the phone on the table. She jumped up and pushed me away from the phone, trying to lock me out the room. I tried to reach the phone one more time and she punched me in the neck, grabbed my hair and tried to yank me to the ground. She started punching me in the head and face until I fell. Once she got me on the ground, she started pounding my head into the wall. My older sister came and pulled her off and she was screaming that I was a Demon.
An hour later, I got into a cab and caught a second flight to NYC....
I went to the Ground Zero site. That was a quiet moment for me. I kept thinking how no one from the WT could help anyone from the WTC... accept their "own". Winced at Bethel as I rode by on the subway. Stayed in Times Square by the Port Authority. Went to Harlem to see the Apollo. Saw so many places and I don't regret one bit of it. I plan on going back in a few months.
Yet on my way back (which I didn't want to go but had to get things straight with school) they called and said I couldn't come back. They kept me out for 3 weeks and I'm now behind on school... which is fine, because I plan on moving soon. I've had enough with this family.
Ironically again.... 2 witnesses came to the door when I came back.
WOLFS!