Never thirsty! wrote:The two posts before mine triggered me to think about the chorus from my favorite Demon Hunter song "and as the fear before you calls I know the pain is so unsettling so now you've built a thousand walls but in the end it's all unraveling" I''m not exaggerating my dad is over 2.5x my size I'm 156 quite light for a senior but I'm really short I'm only 5'8"if you put me on a ladder I'm 6'12"(did anyone catch what I just did?) anyway he tackled me for... I don't know why.......... He started attacking me while he was laying on top of me in open mount(sitting on top of me) on my lungs I manage to get him in closed guard(sorry if you don't know much mma lingo... (Lingo the word feels so outdated) anyway he's still striking me I'm fighting back just trying to breathe through my stomach I k(now the scientific name for it I just can't spell it) anyway he starts trying to choke me with the blade of his forearm I see an opening for a gullotine so I take advantage of it to try and get him off of me so he's not getting of. so street fighting kicks in I started clawing at his face I scratched him which got him off of me so his gf starts trying to stop his bleeding I'm still on the ground gasping for air he comes over to me he yells "Look at what you did to me. Look at it!" the he kicks me right between my ribs which knocks the wind out of me he makes me clean up his blood I go to bed and tell my school social worker the next day i'm back with my mother where I'm safe I never got arrested or anything like that. There was no over exageration I felt like I was actually going to die if I didn't get him off of me
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