[torrid mind]

it better have ****ing origanality... and yes.. i know my gramer sux ass. i try but.. hmm oh well.. this is a story im kinda expermenting with this style of writeing... well ne wayz here is more..
Reading was also sort of a comfort for me.. An escape... when I read all I had to worry about was what was on the pages.
I actually slept that night, which was very rare in my house because there were always weird people coming in or a fight going on. I woke the next morning to find my mommy and John were ripping up the carpet in there room. They were always doing weird stuff like that so I never really payed any attention, not that I wanted to. I went outside and sat on the swing under the big tree.
It really would have been a nice yard if someone would pick up the cigarette butts and beer cans.
It was a very quiet and cool morning and the grass beneath my feet was springy and wet. I sat there for awhile until I started thinking so I went inside just to escape my own thoughts.
Brooke was sitting on the floor watching TV as usual. I just went into my room to read.
Later that day john went into one of his drunken rages again and came into my rom and threw everything around. I was used to this so I just let him take out his anger and frustration on me.
He finally stopped the hitting and yelling and throwing and went back into his room and locked himself up there with my mommy. Brooke was crying for me to make her lunch so I did.. We didn’t have much so I just made her some grilled cheese.
I read the entire day and then went back to bed but I didn’t sleep for long because soon my mommy was shaking me awake and told me to get in the car with Brooke. I did as I was told and some she ran out of the house and into the car we drove away. I don’t know how long we drove. We stayed at a hotel for a day or so then went back. John wasn’t there when we got back. Mommy said she needed to go do some things and to stay here with Brooke. Everything happened so fast. Almost five minutes after she left John drove up and ran into the house. He ran into my room and started yelling again. He seemed even more angry that I didn’t do anything so he went into his room got a knife and came back.
“Your mommy isn’t here to protect you this time!”
This made me actually have a reaction. I grabbed the first thing I saw which hapend to be my skateboard and hit him over the head with it. I kicked him and ran outside got on my skateboard and went to Rickie’s house. I was raining and I could hardly see. I kept thinking about what had just happened but it hurt to much so I just thought about the book I was reading..
I got there soaking wet and crying. I don’t know why I was crying the tears were just spilling out of me. Rickie let me in and gave me a towel and asked what happened but I couldn’t tell him, I couldn’t say anything. I didn’t want to comprehend it all so I just asked him if I could please have something to eat. He gave me some food, chips and all that, and we sat and watched DBZ. But he kept looking at me weird.
I spent the night there. His mother was always so kind to me. The next day I went to Kendra’s
house and stayed there. She was without a doubt my best friend.
I knew eventually I had to go back, but I didn’t want to unless I knew my mommy was there. I was away for around 3 days before I went back. When I did there was a lot of yelling from john about how I was a “habitual runaway” and he was “worried sick” but I knew he was only saying that because mommy had told him to. He didn’t care about me.. He didn’t give a shit if I was in a ditch somewhere. The only ones he cared about were my mommy and Brooke