You know how home violence sounds like a thing that will never fall upon you? Well... Today my stepfather got pissed off because the little food that we cooked didnt last long, since we were in the middle of moving to a new house. I argued back, since we had all got our fair share, but he just demanded more. After yelling at me for nothing, I ran to rest in my room because our feelings for eachother had NEVER been more than slightly neutral. While I was in there, I heard dreadful screams and shouting. I stayed off from confusion and fear, then when it had ceased I came to see the result. Turns out that my stepdad had hit and pulled my mothers hair, threw and hit my relatives, who had come to help and now was just blankly staring on his sofa. We called the police and moved to my moms sisters place to stay for the night. Jeezus.... That guy had never been violent by force, but I guess stress and shit load of beer do their magic. I feel disgusted, for going away and not daring to interfere... Whatever may happen now, I can say that tomorrow will be better when internet is restored and room cleaned. Peace people... ~ <3