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When Home is Worse Than the Streets I'm not exactly a runaway, I was kicked out of my home. You see this kinda became a family ritual, a bond between daughter and father. Let me explain, my parents are still together, after 22 years and are still "in love". my mother is one of the dearest people on earth, my father on the other hand... I am 16,turning 17 in 2 months, today. I have only lived 6 years out of my life with my parents because my father never wanted a daughter , two sons were enough for him. The other 10 years have been spent like this - 3 years with my grandparents, 4 years with my uncle and his roomates, 7 months in an apartment, and the other 3 years on the streets. I started tweaking speed when I was 14 and continued till I was 15. For a little over a year I was stealing cars and stripping them for drug money. It was hard but somehow I was able to support my drug habit and my best friend, and myself off stealing cars in Southern Cali for almost two years. Now to explain why i would leave the happiness of one's home: my father was a asshole and my mother is a sheep. My father would beat me beyond repair, out of the blue, he didnt care what he used as long as it inflected pain to his 11 year old daughter. One day, I was 13, he began to get particularly rough. I snapped. I started fighting back, harder than I ever had. I ended up breaking 3 of his ribs and had to have my jaw wired into place. After the hospital, he looked at me from the couch where my mother was crying, and told me he never wanted to see me again and to get out of his house. I turned and walked out. That was the last time i ever lived with my parents, though I do talk to my mother whenever Ii can, every month or so she and I go see a movie or go eat somewhere. She always offers me money. I need it but I never take it, I never want her to think I can't take care of myself. So tonight I get to sleep with a couple of kids in the same situation as me on the mattress on the hill, tomorrow who knows? Maybe Ryan will get his sling money tomorrow we might get a hotel. Running away isn't glamorous. How these kids can run away from everything they have " just to have some laughs" is beyond me. I pity any kid who thinks running away is the answer to anything. Basically good luck to all those out there, and life is a fucked up place. Do the best u can - no one expects more than that. peace
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