Neither Half full nor Half Empty

Neither Half Full nor Half Empty “Get off of me! Get off of me!” he yelled as he was being backed into the corner of the kitchen. Johnny was getting the shit kicked out of him but what was he supposed to do? Hit his own mother? After enough blood dripped down his face he had to do what he had to do. Johnny never thought of hitting his mother before but with a quick move he picked up in wrestling practice a few seasons ago he quickly ducked under his moms swinging arms and around her back to get her in a bear hug. “Let go of me you piece of shit!” she yelled repeatedly. “I’ll let go of you if you leave me alone!” he frantically stated. “Just leave me alone and I’ll let you go!” After another minute or so of struggle, Johnny decided to let her go, hoping she would get the point and leave him alone. “You find your own way to work!” she screamed loudly as Johnny barreled out of the house. As Johnny slammed the door he began walking down the street towards his after school job at a fast food joint. He had nowhere to go and was the most prideful person you would have ever met. Johnny wouldn’t take handouts from anyone no matter what the circumstance. Some people say that was his downfall and others say it’s what made him stronger in the end. After work, Johnny pulled up to his mother’s double wide trailer and packed as many things in his compact car that he could. It took all of about ten minutes to get the necessities that he needed. As he began to load the car with black hefty bags full of clothes he could hear his mother yelling, “Get the hell out of here and never come back!” That wasn’t going to be a problem for Johnny as this wasn’t the first confrontation he had with his mother. The problem was – Where to go? What to do? What’s next? So many questions ran through Johnny’s mind as he packed the car that night. He knew this was coming but it’s not like he could plan it. All I know is Johnny wasn’t going back to that trailer he used to call home.