I'm 17 years old and I ran away last year, in April. You see, my mother was drinking all day, and we had a family get together earlier that day. Anyway, we got home and she was fine for a while. I took a bath, and when I got out, i got dressed, and I was trying to find my brush. Mom's boyfriend and my brother were somewhere else at that time.
I kind of threw a fit a little bit, because I couldn't find it, I tore a hole in the house. My mom woke up and started yelling at me. She said I woke her up, and she started cursing at me and throwing things. She broke a glass, and also put a hole in the wall from a door she slammed against the wall, the handle broke through. She was saying stuff like, "You kids are the most ungrateful, son's of bitches on the planet! You know what, I'm gonna run away! That's right, I'm gonna run away. You and (my brother, I won't give out his name, or mine.) can support your own sorry asses!" And by that
time, I was really scared, and I started for the door, I didn't even grab my shoes! I just ran out in the poring rain, in a T-shirt and jeans. And my mother was yelling after me, "Fuck you, go to hell!"
Like I said, I was scared, of a lot of things. I didn't even feel the rain outside, and I didn't care that my socks were wet, I just ran. I ran like a scared rabbit. I ran to my friends house, and I told her and her family what happened, and they let me stay the night. I was scared the whole time. Every time I heard a noise upstairs, cause we were in the basement, I thought my mom was there. I've been scared of her, from past experiences, but anyway I couldn't sleep all night. I dozed off, and woke up at every noise I heard.
The next day, my mom called that friends house, and we talked for a few minutes, but I don't know if she remembers anything she does when she's drunk. I went home a little later, and we talked some more. I was home after that, and the rest of my family even stopped by to see if I was okay, but none of them really understand my problems.
I don't think it's right to run away, I don't think it solves anything, but I understand people who run away from situations like that. Sometimes, there's just no other way. You can't control the way your parents act, so running away is sometimes the only solution, it seems.
Since the cops weren't involved in this, I didn't get a chance to tell a professional what happened, with mom.
I would advise teens in abusive home situations, though, to get some help. Running away isn't the answer. If you just need to talk with someone do that before running away.
Peace be with you all.
