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A TALE OF THE RUNAWAY TEEN:
i was SIXTEEN YRS OLD. my moms recently found out i was sexually into men after going thru my phone while i was sleeping
she told everyone in the family, thus starting my path down rebellion
i was SIXTEEN YRS OLD. my moms recently found out i was sexually into men after going thru my phone while i was sleeping
she told everyone in the family, thus starting my path down rebellion
my mom married when i was 5. although i knew who my biological father was, i never felt close to either of them. my mom was my best friend. but when she married, things changed...
i found myself always in disagreements with my dad over little things: how the dishes were washed, how the lawn was mowed, forgetting to do simple tasks that was asked of me, etc. simple kid stuff.
i would get beaten/punished/grounded for weeks, sometimes months at time whenever i screwed up. by the time i became a teenager, a situation happened that resulted in me being punished for 2 whole years!! my phone was my prize possession, so it was confiscated 
idgaf tho... i started stealing, lying a lot, hustling. eventually i was able to buy myself new phones & pay for my own bills so i could continue talking to my boyfriend (at the time)
mind you, my âboyfriendâ was a grown ass THIRTY TWO YR OLD man that i met online on a gay dating site back when i was âfindingâ myself sexually... my mom found out 
my mom filed a police report. took me out a school one day & made me do a REAL police line up. i remember looking at all the men the police was showing me and ACTUALLY SEEING THE GUY I WAS DATING
my situation at home kept escalating. going to school was a haven. i kept myself busy w extracurricular activities to escape my prison. i was always confined to my room. never being allowed to go anywhere, talk to anyone, or do anything.
unless it was chores.
unless it was chores.
naturally, i began sneaking out. just so i could have sum fun. needless to say, i was still out w older crowds. i could of been hurt, kidnapped, anything. but i was naive. and i didnât care.
one day a huge fight broke out between my mom & my dad, bc i was caught with another phone i wasnât supposed to have. bruised, scarred, and being told i was âthe scum of the earthâ i had enough.... i called the 32 yr old & asked him to pick me up from my house
i didnât have my phone, so i stole my dadâs work phone. MY DADS LAW ENFORCEMENT i told my âboyfriendâ to pick me up asap. he told me he couldnât come until he got off work which wasnât until 4am. which was fine, cause that would give me time to pack
i told my âboyfriendâ to pick me up asap. he told me he couldnât come until he got off work which wasnât until 4am. which was fine, cause that would give me time to pack
the whole time i was talking on the phone, i was pacing around the house outside. by the time my convo & plans were made, i can see the lights on in the front of the house. i KNEW my folx were looking for me 
with only a hollister hoodie on my back, sweatpants, and my dadâs work phone... my feet just RAN. impulsively w/o even thinking... i ran down the street, hoped a neighbors fence & hid in their backyard while i waited for my âboyfriendâ
dude finally arrived around 5am... the whole time i waited, i saw my mom circling the neighborhood screaming my name. calling my dadâs phone, pleading with me to come home.
when the close was clear... i made a run for my âboyfriendâsâ car and tossed my dadâs work phone into the woods... i figured the police would be looking for me
