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My dad went to jail after that day. Andrew almost died, so it made sense why he would press charges.
About six months later, my dad got out of jail. Things were pretty different since my parents were now divorced. The court didn't see my mother fit of being a parent, so I had to wait and live with my uncle while my father was in jail. Life was great at my uncle's house. However, I was happy to see my father since he was the only person who protected me.
My dad and I moved into an apartment in a different state. We tried to get far away from my mother since she was quite angry that she was never going to see me again. You would think I wouldn't miss such an awful woman, but I did. I did because I was naive and couldn't understand the shit she has put us through. I also missed her because my dad was distant. He didn't seem to want to see me or care for me in any way.
Eventually, at 13, I got sick and tired of being ignored. I began to act out a lot, but it started small. I would freak out on teachers and tried to find anything to escape. I soon noticed that made my dad distance himself even farther, so I did worse things. One night I snuck out with paint and eggs. I walked to an elementary school that was close by and just fucked it all up. I didn't see it as being a big deal at the moment, but then someone called the police. I saw a police car pull up, but I didn't think they would see me. Of course, I was wrong. I got arrested. To make this story shorter, I am now a felon. And at that point, my dad was so disappointed he basically disowned me.
I didn't think getting arrested was that big of a deal, and I liked the adrenaline rush. So I snuck out more often and made friends with not so great people. I believed I found my escape.
-Authors Note- Constructive criticism is highly appreciated. To be completely honest, it's quite hard to share my past mistakes. I hope you enjoy though. Thank you for reading!