You Are Not Honest

"I am serious," I said. My mother never listened to me, but I had to try. "He asked me, I said yes and I am moving to him because I can't stand the way you treat me. Belittling me all the time and believing them over me!" Them being my siblings. I used a sure, honest voice.

"I don't believe you. And I treat you perfectly. Don't start that shit again." I tried telling someone, my friends believed me. The police officer wanted me to wait until everything I said happened again.

"I'm serious. I don't know why you won't listen to me," I pleaded, to no avail.

"You are not honest."