I got kicked out of the house last week. we are not a happy family, I have 5 brothers and no sisters. 2 are younger and 2 are older. The other is a twin. Remind you mother is never home. I'm 13 btw After I got done cleaning, doing homework I went to take a shower and after doing so I cooked. Just as we're eating My mom comes in and says "wtf I told you to cook I'm freaking starving". I cooked but apparently it wasn't good enough. So she told me to cook again but I didn't bc I had just made roast beef and potatoes! and she just wants me to waste it. She then goes on to tell me to get out of the house, that she did not care if I starve, freeze, or die. And that she did not live me anymore. Remind you I got out of the shower so my hair was still wet, I had a t shirt, shortvmcute and wet hair. And to make it worst it was snowing, she didn't even let me grab a jacket or maybe even a towel and kept repeatetly yelling "get out". So I put my shoes on and grabbed a thin blanket. She took my phone so I wouldn't call anyone like the cops or something. As I'm at least 15 meters into pure darkness I started to cry, I'm scared of the dark like deeply. And then I just sat there crying and crying for about 3 hours. Then it hit me "it wasn't my fault" I kept saying over and over. Then I started to laugh about it in a worrying way. When I noticed what I was doing I stopped, not even shivering or crying. Pure silence, then I started humming thinking it would calm me of the dark and it did. After an hour of humming and singing I heard footsteps and started tearing up. To my shock the man I called father was there, I thought for sure he was going to sit with me or convince me to go back inside. He just said loudly "don't ever call me your father ever again!" And walked off. I cried and soon fell asleep. I went back into the house after all this bc my mom had left again so I was good for now.