Excellent The rope breaks. Ghost : Unglued by Lea Tonin1

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of violence. Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language. I gave my weary mind the break it needed. Sometimes, I overestimate my stamina. It's not like this is something I have done before or ever will again. I would certainly not choose to live it over or wish it on another.  The repercussions of it could ve exponential, and I feel the pressure of it now. Although I have blocked her attempts to reach me through my phone, she simply navigated around that and called the person who owns my home.  The person also happens to be my Uncle.   "How's it going with my daughter there?" she asks.   "She does her thing and I do mine." Uncle responds.   "Well, be careful, she's on her thing again.  She's dangerous." Said mother.   I'm sitting here now in the quiet of my room, my resolve becoming stronger with every blow she strikes.  I don't even know what to call this kind of behaviour. Diabolical? She already played a large part in the taking of my home and my car. Then, the attempt to discredit me.   I say, good luck with that...   *****************************   I didn't want to go up there. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. It usually meant more things to worry about, and I was on the edge already.  Sitting at the limit of what I could handle. I heard my name called again and then a loud, "Get up here!" I went upstairs and stood before them, careful to keep my expression blank while my insides were whirling. "We've decided to send your sister to your aunts in the valley. She's having trouble here at school." My stepfather said. My blood boiling, I  raised an eyebrow at him and repeated "At school?" "Don't get smart with me or I'll thump ya!" He barked. "Which aunt?" I asked. "None of your godamn business!" He yelled and thumped me on the head.  That was it. All the rage, all the anger, all the cruelty, all the betrayal came ripping out of my mouth! "Keep your fucken  hands to your fucken self you Jap fuck!!! Never hit me ever again, you piece of shit!!!" I was not backing down. "Where is my fucken sister!! Would did you do to her!? Tell me where she is!! Tell me, damn it!! Where is she!!  Where is she!! Where is she!! You killed her!! You killed her!!" I lost my grip on myself. I stomped my feet, waived my arms in the air yelled, and screamed at the top of my lungs. "Shut her up or I'll do it!" He growled. Something popped into my head like an electrical shock. It felt like an out-of-body experience. When I awoke, my mother they're looking down at me.  "That's enough now." She said. "You need to go to bed." She followed me down the stairs to my room holding the wall. My legs felt like spaghetti noodles. "Where is she?"I asked. She told me which Aunt which gave me some relief. She was my Uncle's first ex-wife, a nice lady who would hopefully treat her well. For the next twelve hours, I saw nothing but blackness.  When I awoke it was with a new trepidation. My next move. *****************************    So now wrapping up this chapter with the thought of moving on and away from this part of my life. Battles to fight as a child and battles to fight as an adult.  I look forward to the day when there are no more battles to fight.  When the only thing I have to think about is living in peace. Author Notes This chapter is part of an auto bio called "Ghost." It can be found in my portfolio. Should you wish to read. One note of caution, some chapters are hard to get through reader discretion is advised. ***picture from iStock***

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