Let's see Booney:
Born Michael in 1986...nick named Booney. Raised by our mother who worked her ass off and given allot of what he wanted. Got into trouble but was never abused his punishment was simply sit or lye get up to eat and use the restroom and then back to bed. Our father used to be our mother I'm the oldest I seen allot more and Michael is 4yrs. younger so the possibility of being traumad is slim... yeah trust me I know it's and awful gut wrenching thing to see your mother get beat. But like I said I'm the oldest I seen ALLOT more.
He would act out and even diagnosed at one point with a.d.d. He's always had an issue with his anger,... always. He used to hit my sister and I while my ma was at work. We were bigger but he would use things.... anything that he could get his hands on I remember one time he got a pencil and stabbed me in the eye. I was supposed to not see out of that eye but I recovered rather nicely all that remains from that is a scar in my eye and heart. There was this other time, while we were bbq'ing he grabbed a stick and stuck a hot coal on it and burnt the back of my sisters leg. We would never tell why? He was my brother so young and lost and full of anger and rage...... I don't know what we were thinking maybe we shoulda told. He'd drag us by our hair and my sister and I would just hold on to each other crying and begging for him to stop. One day it stopped it all stopped....... I thought that would be the last we ever saw that side of him. In one of his rages that would be brought up for anything sometimes as small as getting passed a level on his game. He got upset and chased me and our sister down and grabbing the closest weapon he could. (Golf club) He struck me in my back..... man that hurt ed. A few day later, while swimming you could see the indent that the club left on my back and he was brought to tears and asked me not to hate him...... And I told him hate you? Never.....
And I didn't I was so afraid of him becoming our father a man that my mom tried so hard to keep away.
Years would pass before I seen that anger in Booney's eyes. I'd say that he began drinking at the age 0f 16. He want old enough to buy it and none of us would provide it. He'd come home that way.... matter of fact there were allot of people, people that we had known for years that we stopped talkin too cause of Booney's problem. They ask if they could take him out bring him before to late... and we'd literally embarrass Booney and tell them not to give him a drink because he couldn't handle it. We would even tell his buddies if you take him and you let him drink....then you keep him bring him home when he's sober but No!
That's when the nightmares began....... It was the wee' hours of the morning and there's a loud like screech a car..... you here some arguing doors and small noises. And a thud,.... then the car speeds off.... I open the window to my room and there on the slab of cement leading to our front yard is Booney. I run,.... and he's bloody and I'm screaming and he's DRUNK and beaten up pretty badly. And right there in my angered arms he dies.
There were nights when he would sneak out or go out that his friends would pull up almost like the way they would in my dreams and I would get up scared thinkin that this was his night. Then there were nights that there was no sleep all to avoid the scenes that repeated in my dreams.... and get this only when he was out.. if he were there I'd sleep no problem.
The first time he busted our windows out was like whatever we intervened I shared with him the nightmares that had been recurring and we, we all thought that we had gotten through. Around a year later.... he came home drunk and I opened the big door and told him.... I'm not letting you in ..... you wana drink? Then drink but I want no part of this shit I don't get you drunk so don't come to my house.... go back to wherever you got drunk at. He grabbed the knob to the screen and began shaking it violently yellin let me in bitch....let me in. Then our porch we lived in a rock house so our porch was enclosed and he began settin of M'80's a little but loud firecracker sayin I'm a burn you out bitch.... I opened the big door once again and he went up to the screen and before I can even began to ask him to stop..... In all his rage he stopped and in a very angered but calm tone he said open the fucken door..... I cried. He turned to walk away and grabbed one of my lawn chairs and hurled it at the front door..... He started yellin.... " CALL THE COPS CALL THE COPS".
A neighbor had his wife while he came out to talk to Booney. He started lecturing him what are you doin man there ain't nothin but women and babies in there... irritated at this mans remarks he ran back towards the house and started workin his way around breakin a window one by one my two small children woke up scared just as he broke a window that woulda been over there heads..... this incident brought on the citizens arrest.
Ok,............. So you know bout Christmas and the incident before Christmas.
Let's go to last night.......... he's been well behaved since Christmas but I know him I can see through him and in a little spat he tells me "shut the fuck up" and I tell him.... I knew it I knew the real you was in there bout to come out. We stopped fighting and later that night around five'ish he left the our house and headed up to my sisters since that's where he's been stayin since everything. Cause he's leaving for rehab this Saturday. My sister and I can tell somethin is wrong with him... he's all bitched out!!!
Ahhhah! Then it comes out they cant take him Saturday so he'll have to leave Wednesday.........
and guess how his night went...... He got DRINK.... took my sisters CAR!! and got KICKED out!! and his excuse..... IT'S MY LAST NIGHT!
He don't want help!
