Family Problems, Europe, 2005, by a Runaway
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Who: Anonymous Runaway What: Family Problems, Running Away, Saved by God When: 2005 Where: Europe
Family Problems and Saved by God
I hate the fact about what my father has done to my mother so that my mother threw her emotion away by slapping my head with her hand or with another hard stuff every time I got bad marks at school and every time I didn't listen to what she said. I was a scared girl and I've seen that my father was about to kill her twice, first time he was about to shot her head with a gun he had when he was shooting the birds at our backyard and the second time he was about to kill her with a big kitchen knife.
One day when my mom just came from hospital due to her sickness, when she just came back home my younger sister asked her for food. But because my mom was still tired and needed to take a rest, she decided to call a restaurant and buy the food she wanted. When the food is delivered my mom went to the front door but when she was in our car garage my father noticed that she didn't cook but bought a food outside. He became mad and he spit in her face.
One night when my father decided to sleep in my bedroom due to the fight, I, who was sleeping, heard that my mom came into my bedroom to talk with my dad, but then my dad became mad and he pulled my mom's hair so hard and took her away from my bedroom with her hair in both of his hands. He thought I was sleeping, but I saw what he did. I saw all those happenings with my own eyes and every time I saw it I cried, but I cried in a hidden place so that they shouldn't know I was crying. So did my younger sister, too.
Years passed, my parents are finally divorced, I was very sad to face it but on the other side I also thought that it's the better way for them to be separated. One day when I and my sister were in our bedroom, my dad came to us, hugged us, told us about a story and cried. But I felt he was not really crying, I felt that it was fake so I said,"just go away! We don't need you and stop crying because I know it is fake!" He left the room and moved to another house with nothing in his hands.
Since then, my mother worked harder to buy the things we needed in life, in short she also became father, as the head of the family. The bad happenings that my dad has done to my mother still involved her badly that she used her hands or another hard stuffs to punish us, especially me, the oldest daughter. It went on till I was 16 years old, I hated it, I hated it so much.
One night when I just fought with my mom I went to my bedroom and I was thinking like,"now it's my turn to teach my mom how to handle her daughter better than this! Perhaps if I go away from home she will change her mind and admit her faults because I know she never admits the bad things she has done, even when the preacher advised her she didn't listen so I have no choice than running away only to make her open her eyes. She better talk with me in a normal way other than slapping, kicking and banging my head to the wall!"
So, on the next day it was time for us to go to the school, my mom used to bring us to our school by her car. I put few clothes into my schoolbag, wore my school uniform and pretended as if I was going to school. Everything was then ready, I came downstairs and I saw my sister there, she was still crying about what has happened in the night before. I whispered in her ear,"if you don't see me after school time, please don't be shocked because I won't be here anymore and please stop crying, I love you."
So, when all of us were already in a car, underway to our school, my mother seemed so curious about what I had inside of my bag because it looked so lighter than usual. She asked,"what do you have inside your bag?" attempted to touch my schoolbag but I avoided it and said,"do you want to create another problem or what? Why do you believe another people more than you believe your own child?" I was still mad at that time and luckily, she didn't check my bag. We finally arrived at school, I walked into my school and went again when I noticed that my mom already went away from the parking place.
And so, since then I didn't come back to my home, I was with other friends who also escaped from their houses due to the family problems. We moved from one to another places and I became a little bit paranoid every time I saw a car that looked like my mother's car because we lived in a small town and everyone could explore the town within one hour so it was actually easy to find me if I didn't watch out. We also travelled to another city as my mom already knew the places where I should be. Of course I needed money, but my dad who lived in another place always sent money to my bank account every month so that I shouldn't be poor during my escape. He knew I ran away from home but he's also worried that something should happen to me so that's why he always sent money.
A year later, the day before my 17th birthday, I and my friend L went to her friend's house whom I had never known before. She had a big house but her parents weren't there because they worked in another city and lived there and only went back to their real home in the weekend. In the night when I was there, her other friends came into her house. I saw two guys there who happened to be a head of drugs dealers, their bag was full with all kind of drugs, from the soft one till the hard one. The party started. I, who had never seen any kind of drugs before was shocked to see all of it. My friend offered me cocaine, I was in a deep disappointment and sad about all the things happened to my family, but there's someone out there calling me and telling me in my heart like,"don't take it, my dear! Don't take it, everything's gonna be allright, I am with you and will always help you." I said no to the offer and I was just sitting in the corner, smoking a cigarette.
On the next day my other friend called my friend and asked my friend to take her. But, my friend L was tired and she asked me to go to her place instead. So I went to the place where I used to meet up with my friends (it was our basecamp, already). When I just arrived at the basecamp, all my other friends told me that my uncle was there looking for me and I had no good feeling at that time but didn't watch out of everything around me. I went to a music studio which was near by the basecamp itself. I sat there, saw a man who was talking on the phone. He said,"yes, she's here!" but because I was sweating and tired I didn't hear what he said clearly, I did hear it but I didn't realise that what he meant by "she" was me.
A few minutes later I saw a well known footstep coming into the studio and I saw a well known woman whom I'd ever seen in my whole life. Yes! My mother finally caught me, right when it was my 17th birthday! She brought me to my uncle's house which was located not far away from there and when we were just there, I saw all my cousins, aunties, nephews, just everyone there, they seemed to wait for me and my mom started to cry, asking me why I ran away from home and I explained everything till the details. But my aunt, who was her oldest sister poisoned her, she said to my mom that I must be involved with drugs because my behaviour was so different and I really looked like a drug user so they decided to bring me to the hospital to check my urine to know whether I used drugs or not. Suddenly when I gave my urine to the doctor I felt so very lucky that I haven't used drugs when I was at my friend's house in the night before. I was not scared, while my mother was worried about me. I got a questions paper about how many times in a day I used drugs and many other things about it and I wrote it all,"never used never used and never used" from the beginning of the question till the end.
During waiting for the result my aunt kept poisoning her about me, I was sure that I didn't use, never used at all and so that's why I was mad at that time because it was my sweet seventeenth birthday. My aunt was so sure that I used drugs and my mother agreed with her. We finally got the result: NEGATIVE! I was happy and I felt I won from my aunt. She was shocked and my mother hugged me.
Since then my mother and I could have a good conversation, she never slaps me anymore till now and I'm allowed to smoke (cigarette). Since then my mother found another man who was a far family related to our other family in the Netherlands, she married with him and then we all moved to this country, I went back studying and earn money by myself. I, who had never gotten a father figure, have it now, he is my step father but I love him, no matter what, I love my new family. I thank my Lord for saving me from the danger, for everything He has done to me and my life, He never leaves me alone and please, believe me :)
This story of mine is my testimony that God, Jesus Christ does exists! No matter what you do, He always helps you. Don't take your escape as something bad that has happened in your life ever, but take it as something which teaches you about the life. All the bad and good happenings that happened in your life have its own aim, God teaches everyone in a very different way and God has His own aim to give you all those happenings! Even if you get a very difficult moments in your life, just believe in Jesus Christ, ask Him for help and sure He will guide you from the dark to the light! I am 23 years old right now and we give our life and problems to Jesus Christ, because we know we are nothing, we are weak without Him in our daily life :) Thanks, our Lord!
Republished with permission from Runaway Lives.
