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In Early November I Found Out My StepDad Had A Warrant Out For His Arrest.
And He Was One Of The Most Wanted People In Porterville, California.
Why?
I Was Told That When He Was Twelve Him And A Few Cousins His Age Did Stuff To EachOther, But Didn't Actually Have Sex.
Then One Of The Cousins Told.
And He Took All Of The Blame.
So He Got Sent To A Group Home Until He Was Eighteen, And When They Released Him They Didn't Tell Him He Was Supposed To Register As A Sex Offender.
But He Was Supposed To.
So Twelve Years After His Release They Decided To Go After Him.
So We Had To Get Him Registered, ASAP.
In Early December I Was On My Way To School When Me And My StepDad Got Pulled Over By Two UnMarked Cars.
They Opened His Door, Pointed A Gun At Him, Showed Their Badges, And Pulled Him Out Of The Car.
They Put Him In HandCuffs Immediantly.
Then They Went To My Side Of The Car, Pointed A Gun At Me, And Told Me To Put My Hand Where They Could See Them And Get Out Of The Car.
By This Point, I Was Histerical.
I Dropped My Phone, And Said- Can I Call My Mom?
The Fucking Cop Said No, But I Was Like- I'M GOING TO CALL MY MOM!
I Was Crying My Eyes Out, And Shaking.
I Remained In The Car, And The Gun Was Still Pointed At Me.
My Mom Wouldn't Answer Her Phone, So I Hung Up And Tried Again.
Then Me And The Cop Had A Small Conversation.
Cop: Do You Know What's Going On?
Me: YES! And I Think It's Fucking Stupid! He Was Twelve!
Cop: Excuse Me? Don't Talk To Me Like That.
Me: Shut The Fuck Up, I'm Talking To My Mom.
Sooo, I Kept Trying And Finally She Answered.
Then, I Got Out Of The Car Because A Van Pulled Up In Front Of Us, And It Was A Close Family Friend.
I Was Talking To My Mom, Bawling My Eyes Out, And The DumbAss Cop Took My Phone.
He Was Like- Miss Melanie? Yes. I'm Bob. I'm A U.S. Marshal. And We Just Arrested Your Husband. May Your Friend Sherrie Take Your Daughter To School Now?
And I Was Like- I'M NOT GOING TO SCHOOL!
Cop: You Need To Go To School.
Me: I'm Not Going! Shut Up!
Cop: She Refuses To Go To School. Mmhmmm. Okay. Fine. We'll Be At Your House Soon. Thank You. Bye.
Then He Handed Me My Phone, And Walked Away.
He Drove Right To Our House.
Apparently, They Had Been "Investigating" Us For A While.
They Knew EveryThing About Us.
So, It Turns Out That My StepDad [Marshall] Was Going To Be Extridited To California.
Well, In Late December He Was, And A Few Days Ago We Got A Letter From Him Explaining The Whole Story.
I Guess He Was On Meth When He Was Twelve, Too.
And He Had Been Raped FiftyBajillion Times At Age Nine.
His Dad Was Like- You Got Laid! Good Job!
Stupid Fucker..
AnyWays, His Family Is FUCKED UPPP.
But AnyWays, When He Got To California They Finally Put A Bail On Him.
His Family Got Him Out.
But He Has To Stay There For All The Court Shit.
We Moved Into This House I'm In On October 31, 2007.
We Have To Move Because We Can't Afford This House AnyMore.
We Started Packing Today.
We'll Be Out By The Middle Of This Month.
Oh, By The Way, There's Me [Brittney - 15], My Mom [Melanie - 37], My StepDad [Marshall - 28], Gage [Brother - 11], BayLee [Sister - 6], And Zoey [Sister - 2].
At The Moment We Have A Six BedRoom House.
We're Moving Into A Three BedRoom Duplex.
But Yeah.
Today My StepDad Asked Us If We'd Move To California While He's There.
I Think It's Selfish.
I'm Just So Fucking Sick Of EveryThing.
I Haven't Been To School In A Month.
I've Been Doing Shit For My Mom, My Family.
I've Taken On A Lot Of Responsibillities.
EveryThing Is Going To Shit.
I Cry All The Time.
I'm Constantly Stressed.
I Feel Like There's Nothing I Can Do To Help.
Even Though EveryOne Says I'm Helping A Lot.
Life, At The Moment, Sucks.
Just When EveryThing Was Getting Good.
I Was Finally Happy.
Well, There Goes That.
I Just Don't Know How To Feel About AnyThing AnyMore.

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Well, There You Go.
I Don't Really Care If You Read It.
I Just Wanted To Get It Out There.
So, Yeah.
Ha.
But If You Do Read It,
Do You Have Anyyy Advice?
Much Appreciated.