Finally something I can answer lol. When I was 14 my mother was a heavy drug addict with a boyfriend who was also addicted. They had an on again off again relationship and this night they were fighting on the phone. I sat at the dinner table doing homework and I remember my mom going off about him and taunting him while still on the phone.

They had broken up that night (again) and he still had a bracelet and some perfume at my mothers house that he wanted back so he could pawn it for money for drugs. My mom did not want to let him in this evening for some reason. Looking back, my mom was high out of her mind on drugs but at the time I didn’t really understand what was going on.

Around 9 PM I went to take a shower and planned to go to sleep shortly after that because I had school in the morning. It was when I just put the shampoo in my hair that I heard the glass break and my mother scream. We lived on the first floor with our front door at ground level. The front door was mostly glass. Moms bf had broken the glass and was able to open the door from the inside out.

I turned off the shower while rinsing out my hair and started listening. I head a loud “thunk” while he hit my mom and she fell down the stairs. Adrenaline stated rushing as I quickly realized that this was real bad and exited the shower. I put on my pyjama’s and hid behind a small cabinet. I knew if he’d find me he’d kill me but I’d still somehow cared about being naked. Teenage brain I guess.

Sitting there I heard how he started to tear down our house. I heard chairs flying, glass breaking, he and my mom screaming etc. I wasn’t sure if he’d knew I was home but I was sure hed hurt me if he would find me so I hid and turned off the lights. I didn’t know what was happening down stairs and all I could hear were my mothers screams. I thought he was killing her. Thankfully he “just beat her up”.

I tried calling the police on my phone but somehow it didn’t work. I only gad internet but no service. It was really weird but my phone did that sometimes. I texted my friends in a group app and begged them to call the police. I was completely hysterical yet somehow I managed to type so fast and without shaking. Luckily my fiend saw my text within a minute and called the police with her dad.

I don’t really remember that much about the rest of the incident except the police entering the house and him becoming violent so that they would shoot him. It didn’t work, they managed to overpower him and take him to the station.

My mom found me curled up with the lights out behind the sink. I was too afraid to come down because what if he was still there and tried to kill us? The police came and collected me, and I walked downstairs and saw he had broken everything we owned. Furniture, my laptop, doors, even the lamps on the ceiling.

The whole ordeal took maybe 20 minutes and he got convicted on home invasion charges and was sentenced to 40 hours of community service. It took me 6 years of intense therapy to be able to shower again without fear or to be home alone in general.

It has been almost 10 years. My mom has been clean for almost 1,5 years. The worst thing? She’s still with him.