[you come on like a blood stained] :: HURRICANE ::

Mom got so angry at me on thursday. I cant remember it all, unfortunately, but the message was pretty clear. I cant so much remember when she started the whole conversation, but I know it exploded at Tims. She says both of her daughters are using and abusing her and that I'm shitting on her constantly. she says that she's sat there and taken it for the last several months. She said she's kicking him out and was just going to leave me in Kingston. She started to pull out, I held the steering wheel, trying to keep her calm. Big mistake. She exploded at me, swore, yelled, I let go, she started to drive off. I asked a couple times for her to stop the car then I just screamed it. She stopped, turned to me, screamed, swore. She hadnt been this angry since Perry, she said. She stormed out of the car, stomped, screamed, shouted, come back, threw her sarong at my face, got in, screamed, started driving. She was going pretty fast for such a small street, I was beginning to get worried. I told her to stop driving a few times, to slow down, calm down. She didnt. Honestly? There was a window of at least two minutes where I thought that I wasnt getting out of that car in one piece. I honestly, god honestly, feared for my life. For the first time ever, I was afraid that I was going to die. That I wasnt going to see Amanda or Julie or Frankie or Tasha or Erin or Tristam or Phil or Mike or Matt or Josie. Or Will.