My dad was ~23 when he was with my then ~15 year old mother and I was born. They were drop outs, both, and they worked at a pizza restaurant. When I was 11, on my birthday, they started to get a divorce. My parents continued to share custody for some amount of time, and my dad always had a new girlfriend. Usually someone half his age and crazy. Sometimes they had kids. Some of these kids were, themselves, crazy as shit. And I would have to spend weekends at their houses with them.
Now, I have always been hard to bully. It didn't matter if I was 5 or 15. I, first of all, didn't understand most of it. And second of all, I would ALWAYS fight back. I was very sensitive in some ways, and I walled that part of me off with aggression and indifference. I have always been small, but you don't pick on me, because I go for the eyes, throat, and balls in short order. It got me into trouble throughout my youth.
Well, one of my dads new girlfriends was named "lashanda" or something like that. And she was obviously crazy. And her kids were dickheads. One tried to burn my arm with a cigerette to prove a point. I fought it off somehow. I couldn't sleep at their place, I didn't feel safe. I sat in a chair the whole night wide awake "trying to sleep" instead of laying down on the floor. Well... my apprehension was apparently very justified, because lashanda and my dad started fighting out in the living room. Some kind of really stupid argument only drugged up redneck morons have. That in itself wouldn't be a big deal, but then my dad fucking screamed.
I bolted out around the corner, and I don't like my father, but he was on his knees with a god damned kitchen knife (a big one) jutting out of his right shoulder. And that bitch was grabbing another one or something in the kitchen. I'm not 100% on what happened after that, it's vaguely unclear to me. She like gently tapped the knife on my shoulder while I was facing her (my father had been stabbed from behind), and I tried to wrench the knife away from her and ended up throwing her with my shoulder and then stomping on her hand till she let go of it. My little 13 year old self apparently broke her hand, got the knife away, and my little brother called 911. Her kids got up as well and seeing me having stomped her hand into a mess and my dad bleeding and bitching by the front door they got as raged-out as I just was a second ago. I sort of ran for the side entrance backing away, and the bigger brother just started punching me. I curled up into a ball and the paramedics and police officers showed up, and I never ever had to visit my father and his psycho girlfriend again. They also tried to make the whole story about me attacking her, but both her and her kids already had records and that was