Alot of chance meetings, and I shall explain in the following.
As you already know the beatings were there. Well after a few years they started getting alot worse (incorperation of weapons such as canes, 2x4s, and chairs) so my mother got a divorce from my dad. Downside, my sister loves my father, and forgives him for it entirely... so I stay to take care of her. I get beatings for both of us now, but I am ok with it. My mother starts college and becomes an alcoholic. At a bar one night she meets a very nice group of fellow college students. They become friends, and no my mother had no idea how bad the beatings had got for us, and get a few Bachelors Degrees. One of them was from a place called Seattle. Talked to my mother like it was the best thing in the world. Well I moved in with my mother seeing that my father was no longer hitting my sister (I has an idiot at 12). My sister moves in shortly afterwards. Well, my mother decides to move away as my father is going insane slowly but surely. So YAY we move back in with my dad because my mother has no idea where she is going. We pick up where I left off, yay canes. I had two of those broken on my head, not a fun day. As I said I didn't mind that I was getting hit, I can take alot of damage. Well we get in contact with my mother who now lives with friends in seattle. A week later my dad makes a mistake, and hits my sister across the face in front of me. Ever sat back and thought "Ok, I'll deal with this crap but I swear to god if xthing happens..." well.... it did. All I remember is picking my father up my his throat (he's my size, but I was alot more muscular than him) then I remember sitting on my bed. My dad was now on his way to the hospital. Apparently I had tried to use his head to do some remodeling in the hallway. I should have gone to juvi, but when you beat your kids for 14 years, and put them in the hospital twice you cut your loses when one beats the crap out of you. Alot of threats are made, and a deal is met. He won't say what happened, and neither will we. The next day I pack up a suitcase of cloathes, and fly to seattle. I have been here every since.
To clear some things up my father had problems. I don't hate my father for what he did. To be honest, I am not even angry anymore. I went back home to tennessee for a visit some 6 years after that. My father had changed alot. He had contracted cancer, and come to terms with what he had done. He got alot of help. On that trip I got to meet the man who was always there, but I rarely saw. He told me he was sorry, and cried for almost two hours trying to make amends over what he had done. Had I not gone through all of that I wouldn't be the person I am today, and I understand that. I could have easily gone through my life holding a grudge against him, but that hurts me more than it does him. So I forgave him, and I love him for being my father. We're all pretty happy these days, and my father's cancer is in remition. Sorry there is so much there, but after the story I noticed it might leave an inaccurate view of my current father so I felt the need to explain a bit. ^.^
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