Thursday, September 10, 2009

Violent Encounters

My brother did drugs as long as I can remember. So you mix my drugged up brother with my very drunk father and you have a very volatile situation. There was this one night that my dad didn't go to a meeting because he was too drunk to go. When we got home there was blood every where, we just followed the blood trail and found my dad bleeding from his head. My dad said that my brother wanted money for drugs, and my dad wouldn't give him any, so he took a big rock and smashed my dads head. He needed over fifty stitches to get head sewn back together. Nothing happened to my brother (nothing ever happened police wise). After everything that my brother did to the family or to my dad it seems that my dad always forgave him. This wouldn't be the last time my dad would end up going to the hospital, because of my brother. This also wouldn't be the last time I would have to clean up my dads blood off the floor.

No comments:

Post a Comment