Step dad goes back to jail and I am the one to blame-Behind the scenes, my step dad had relapsed.  He was drinking heavily and doing heroin. At the end of my sophomore year mom and he had a big fight. We could hear the screaming through their bedroom door and then some things being thrown. And then, the blood curdling screams of my mom struggling to breathe.  The door was locked so I kicked with all my might and somehow like the fucking Kool-Aid man kicked a whole in the door.  My sister and I found him strangling her and we started punching and kicking him. We somehow tackled him and drug him out for the room.  The whole time him laughing at us and screaming, “abuse, abuse”.  My mom and sister held him down while I dial 911.  He wiggled loose and ran to their bedroom closet.  He had grabbed his hunting rifle and my mom told us to run down stairs and climb out of the window. By the time we got down stair I could hear the footsteps coming down the hall from their bedroom and toward the stairs.  We fought to get the window open and help each other climb out. Just then as he was approaching the door, gun in hand, the police lights and sirens stopped in front of the house to find us screaming for help.  In the chaos I forgot I had the cordless phone with me the whole time and the 911 operator and heard the whole things.  He was taken away to jail that night.  The whole time they were taking pictures of our injuries, and the house he was screaming at me that I was a little bitch and nark who would get what I deserved for getting him in trouble. To this day, every time they fight about that night, I still get blamed for it. That night I saved my mom and sisters life. But him going to jail, that’s all on me…

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