My story? Pg 9

Soooo here I am 15, I’m an ass, I avoid everyone. Crowds suck. Family fake gatherings where every one pretends things are great were even worse. J was the fakest of all. Told everyone I was a horrible kid so his side of the family were assholes too. We just got home from a fake family gathering when he started yelling at my mom. Not sure what it started over. Arguing was normal. But then he got physical. Started pointing at her then grabbed her shirt. Then he pushed her down into the ground and it looked like he was going to hit her. I  couldn’t take it. He hadn’t put a hand on my mom in years. And he decided to do it then? I pushed him and started hitting him. Cursing and yelling we started wrestling and hitting. Then my mom said “you are out of control”  to ME! She was so used to his shit she accepted it but when I stepped up to defend her she told me I was out of control. So I thought fuck this. I’m out. I ran out of the house with j still holding me. We ended up fighting on the front yard with both neighbors watching. My mom called the police and on me. Said I was out of control. They came over and told me to get my shit together. I told them he hit me and they didn’t even believe me. After they left I got on the phone with my dad. Told him to come get me. I begged him but he couldn’t. I couldn’t rely on anyone.