My mother would spank me as a child but nowhere near as much as I my mother did. There were several times throughout elementary school in which she did but there were a good few years in which she didn’t, until I reached the end the final year of middle school and tested her limits soundly.
At this point I ran away from home because I was fed up with her and the rest of my family, feeling misunderstood and never having felt as though I belonged with them, I figured I’d rather start a completely new life on my own, even if it means having to leave everyone and everything behind. I remember just wanting to slit my wrists so badly.
By the time nightfall came my efforts proved futile and so I headed back home after being gone for an entire with no word to anyone.
When I made it home there was no one there. The tv was on as were the lights; I found it strange no one was there, though I figured they were searching for me so they’d be back soon.
And alas, they arrived.