Not by my Choice

My father blew up yesterday during Thanksgiving....he was livid simply because my mother made an effort and made some vegan-friendly foods for me so I could join in the meal. Yes, i am aware this does not make sense logically but, the man is crazy. He got so riled up that before I could even eat, yanked me from the table, and literally dragged me out the door into the 37 degree weather. I had no shoes or coat and my arm hurt from him.

I ended up calling the cops but, the bastard lied and made it seem as though I was disobeying him. Now, I am not allowed to eat anything in the house because..."I didn't buy it with my money."

Sure, Ana maybe happy with this situation but, I tried eating lunch on Thanksgiving and, not purposely, threw it up. So I haven't eaten in two days now...I don't think he's even gonna let me have water.

I hate this so much and...I'm not even sure what to do. I'm scared. He says that he's going to cut off my funds for college too. I'm so tired of this "family." An abusive childhood was enough for me but, for it to continue into adulthood...I just don't know how much more I can take.


Silently screaming,
                 ~Noi