The Truth. For I Have Lied.

Part Four

Holy crap. I just put part three as the title. And I literally just updated part three a couple hours ago. Stupid me. Oh well. Oh, by the by, I'm gonna be writing about my little brother this time, as per kitten119 's suggestion. Thanks a lot, kitty cat!!!! Never mind. This heifer is getting on my nerves now. I take back all gratitude.

     October 22, 2014. 6:52 p.m.

So. My little brother. His name is Adler, first off. He's seven. (8?) I don't know where he goes to school. Or what grade he is in. Or any of his friends. I don't know if he's still in his spiderman phase or not, or what his favorite t.v. show is. I don't knkw if his other family has been able to turn him entirely against me. I don't know his favorite color, or anything, really. Hell, for all I know, he could be gay. I do, however, know a few things:  I know his name. Adler Braden Puckett. I know that when my mom went into labor, it was the middle of the night and we barely has time to put clothes on. I know that the last time I saw him, he still couldn't even say my name correctly. I know that, no matter what, I will always love and care for him, even if he doesn't want me to. I know that my sister is his favorite. I know that both his parents were worthless pieces of shit. I know that I raised him practically by myself. I know that his dad says he has changed. I know that his father abandoned him to move away with his new fiancée.  I know that I miss him dearly. I know that, despite all they have done, i will always love his family. I know that his grandmother will never allow me to see him willingly. And above all, I know that I will never stop trying.

    So. I guess that was a weird way to introduce the topic of my brother. But I needed to get those things out of the way. Just to let any readers of mine out there know where I stand. So, how it happened was, my mom let this guy. I don't know how they met, or when. But I know they moved in together. His name was Lindsey Puckett. His dad was a cop, his mom rode and cared for horses, and he was a worthless piece of shit druggie/alcoholic who worked at Dell and was obsessed with computer games. He was a horrible dad, but I'm not sure of he was a bad person or not. I know he got out of jail a lot because of his dad. I also know that he seemed to get angry a lot. But, all my mom's boyfriends did. So maybe she just brings out the worst in people. Anyways, they really liked each other at first. Them my mom got pregnant. Again. And she fucked it up. Again. You'd think she would learn after the first two times, huh? But noooooo. She just had to have another baby to not take care of.

    I don't remember much about the beginning of my mom's pregnancy. I know that it didn't seem too bad. But, once she was halfway in or more, it got kinda bad. She was emotional, see, and she's hard enough to deal with even without rollercoaster hormones. And they argued a lot. Once, they sent me and my sister into our room. (Wow. I just realized something. You know nothing about our living arrangements. Well, we shared a room. No beds. One twin mattress and a couple pillows and a blanket. That was it. A couple posters. Some hand-made signs. A dresser and a couple bins for all our stuff. We each had a bag full of our ballet/tap/tumbling stuff, which our grandparents paid for. That was about it.)  And started yelling, screaming and cussing at each other. There were physical elements, of course. And stuff was thrown. I wanted to go out there, bit um sister held me back. I think she's really much smarter than she seems. When we finally went out, the t.v. was broken on the ground, tons of broken glass on the ground, with no source in sight, BTW. And, a couple broken lamps. Those seem to be my mother's weapon of choice. Weird, huh?

    Another time, Mom and Lindsey actually got into a fight. Not a petty arguement, but a for-shit fight. He punched her, aiming for the gut, bit she moved and it hit her ribs. Now, keep in mind that, when this happened, she was pregnant with his child. And i don't even know why they were arguing. It escalated more after that. A few hits thrown, some cussing, and then Lindsey had his hands around my momma's neck. She told us to go get help, but we didn't want to go to the family behind is because we don't get along. At all. And nobody else was home. We asked her what to do, to which she replied. "I don't care, damnit. Go to them if you have to!" Pointing behind us.

   So, we went. They called the cops. Fight stopped. Mom came back there with us to wait. Cops arrived. So did my Nana and Papa. While the cops were there, they started fighting again. It got broken up. Funnily, the cops never asked us what happened, though our grandparents did. And we told the police that we saw it all.

    My mom ended up going to jail, even though he hit her first. But our grandparents bailed her out.

    I no longer have the energy to write tonight. This little bit took me.forever. So, this is all for now. I'll add on to this and tell about the grudge between us and our neighbors later. Probably tomorrow, but maybe later tonight. Thanks, all! Except kitten119. I'm upset with her. And I'll tell Madison. Haha. You'll be I'm trouble.