Alright.....so, I'm updating here once more, but this isn't a happy blog like the last time...heh, weird, huh? Last blog was happy, and the one before that was kinda sad and about ranting....well, I'm kinda not here to rant this time...I'm here to tell that what the hell has happened to me during the weekend.

I had a huge fight with friend, well kinda....I was deeply hurt, but I don't want to discuss about it. I think I have ranted about it enough so I'll save you from it this time.

The thing here is that today, I was out for a walk. I was meeting a friend and he had to pay up because of our small bet, that I won. So I was walking back home from the park and mom saw me on her way. She picked me up. She was looking for my step father, Rami.

Most of you know that I hate Rami more than anything in this world. I don't usually hate, but he makes the anger burn inside me, but back to the subject. Rami and mom had fight ealier. and when he usually fights, he runs away. Korso is a small town next to where I live (I live in a suburb). It's usually full of bars, pizza shops and few super markets, and of course drunkards. Teenagers go there alot too, because there is 2 big schools, one high school and few kindergardens.

When there is a fight, Rami runs there to drink with his pals and angst about that how 'Somaya kicked him out with no good reason'. My ass...

So yeah she was looking for Rami from the bars and we finally found him. He was sitting there with a big glass of beer. Mom told me to hold on as she went up and walked to Rami. I just sat there waiting, until I heard horrible yelling and a slapping sound. Well I got up from my seat right away and walked to mom. I screamed from my throat that ''You faggot, don't you dare to touch my mother!!!''

Guess what he did?

HE THREW THE BEER GLASS AT ME


I'm partly fine. Got few glass pieces but they were big enough and not so deep so they were easily pulled out. I did get bruises and I got beer all over me. Then he just screamed ''Lesbian whore'' at me on front of anyone. No, before you think, he has NO idea about my bisexuality. Mom got furious as hell from that and tried to attack him, but let's thank the few men that held her down. Good lord she turned total berserk...she yelled after him that if he died tonight, she would be behind it.

Well we got home after that and I was shaking, and mom was furious, surprise surprise. Well the evening went nicely with me playing PS2 for a while, chatting with Deakie and other peeps, and sitting on comp of course.

Around 4:00am, I was lying on my bed with my comp closed and playing PS2 for a while, cuz I couldn't sleep.Then suddenly...I heard it. I could have sworrn my heart jumped on my throat. My mom screamed like a bloody murder. Like there was a ghost with a knife and ready to murder her. She screamed my name. She screamed that ''Frida, help me!!'' she cussed in arabic, I hardly knew what she said. I just recognized one word and it was ''Rat''


I could have sworn I saw white light go through my eyes when I heard that scream. I quickly jumped out from my bed and reached for my door, but at that second I was scared if I'd really see a ghost. Well I ran out from my room and there stood mom in pure shock, and...

MY STEP FATHER.

We locked the house from him and he still got inside. He was just calmly there and getting something from his pants that were on the living room. Mom started hitting him, weakly though, and question that how the fuck did he get in. After a while he started running away and yelled ''Whore'' at both of us.

What I did? I lost my temper.

I ran after him with a large winter shoe on my hands. And mom came after me, trying to stop me. I got enough from his tricks because I knew he had hit mom before I got out from my room. And I wanted to revenge him so bad. I couldn't contain my body nor actions anymore. I could say that I went crazy.

Well I stopped and mom went after, starting to hit him with a broom stick. I stood there for a while, I have no idea why...I stood there and watched, as in saying ''If you dare to hit her, I'm coming down to haunt you up myself''. Well he did something and I walked at them, and I hit him too and threw to shoe at him, but missed. (Darn my fucked up AIMING)

So he started running, but this time me and mom didn't chase him. He just flipped middle finger at us and yelled such insults that I'd rather not type here......they were really that bad.....I flipped my middle fingers at him duh and yelled gay whore right back. And we walked back to the house...after that mom took the car to chase him down. I was in the house for a while, but I heard a familiar scream from the distance and I went out to look for them. Mom was driving back.
 The dipshit lied at us. He said that the door was open and he had no keys, but apperantly he had thrown the keys at mom. So we tried to look for him but we got tired and got back. Mom got few bruises and a glass stuck on her feet. I took the mission to pull it out and it was painful, but I managed to do it.

Nightmare....just....nightmare....I don't want to trouble anyone or ask for pity, but I know people will ask me about it, so I'm just gonna send the link to whoever asks Oh, and that dipshit was drunk as well. And in our house we can't stand drunk people. Like, wohoo.

Since dad died, I have gotten this huge...urge to protect mom. To protect people close to me. When I stepped out from that car earlier or ran after him with that shoe, I had no afraids....like if he hit me or stabbed me something. At that moment, I didn't give a fuck. Only thing that I was scared about was my mom. Only, my mom.

And that's the way it is. If someone says that I'm not strong or that I'm just pretending to care, that person can go fuck themself into the nearest lake and drown.

And there must be typing mistakes but I'm way too tired to check the grammar and spelling.