Well, I really hate my mother.
Today, at around 8:40 AM we got in an argument.

me:"Hey mom, I'm going to the deli to eat with Andrew, and then I'm going to kids island."
mom:"Did you ask anyone?!"
me:"No, but I didn't think there was a problem, that's why I woke up so early."
mom:"Listen, you need to start fucking asking me before you make plans."
me:"Well what was I going to do this morning this early? I had made plans yesterday, it's not like we are doing anything!"
(I raised my voice)
(my mother slaps me, tries again but I smack her hand down.)
(We walk away from each other, 2 minutes later)
mom:"You're not going anywhere, especially after you slapped me."

WHAT?!?!

me:"I didn't slap you, you slapped me!"
mom:"Bull shit I stood right there talking to you calmly and you smacked me."

FFFFFUUUUU

mom:"You know what, fuck it. I can't deal with this. Just go do whatever the fuck you want, get out of my face."

(she was in my face, by the way.)
(she walks into her room, and I go to the car with Andrew)

so, I ended up going over to my other friends house instead of Kids Island. I called home twice to let her know. She didn't answer, so I left a message. She calls me about an hour later.

mom:"Where are you?"
me:"I'm at Curtis' house, I called earlier but you didn't answer."
mom:"Okay, love you bye."

nothing bad happened here, so Andrew, Curtis and I chilled at Curtis' house. Steven (my other friend) comes over, and we hang out for a little while. We ended up taking Stevens sister and friend (The best friends sister, from DV Confessional) to a house in Yorktown, VA. We stayed at my house for a little after that, and my mother arrived. At first she was calm, but then she started flipping shit in front of my friends.

(I started walking to the door to go to Curtis')
mom:"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
me:"Curtis'..."
mom:"No you're not, you're staying here."
me:"Why? I have plans."
mom:"Listen buddy, I'm 45 years old, you're 15, you listen to me. you're not going. You don't need a fucking explanation. You know what, Call your dad."

so, I called my dad (who is always calm) and asked him if I could go. He said talk to your mother >_>

mom:"You know what, just go. Do whatever the fuck you want. Go there, be home at 10 tonight, but you're not doing anything for the rest of the summer."
me:"Why are you yelling, I've been calm this whole time."
mom:"Whatever Wesley, whatever. Just go."

so, I started talking to my friends.

me(whisper):" You see what I have to deal with?"
mom:"YOU KNOW WHAT, DON'T GO! STEVEN, TAKE THEM HOME, WESLEY YOU ARE STAYING HERE."

so yea, She's like 45, and she bitches all the time. She also abuses me, but she always tells me to call the cops and turn her in.
I would do that, except for the fact that my dad is a fireman, and he's good friends with everyone of the cops, so I'd be fucked there.

I really can't do anything, and I feel like killing myself.

Ontop of this, I've got a nagging girlfriend (of 8 months , now) who wants me to call her every single hour. This is crazy. I have done long-distance dating, all the way from VA to NY, and I she was completely fine with me only calling her 2-3 times a day.

Another note is that my father goes along with my mother, and so does my older brother. It's like one of those movies where the kids right but he can't prove it because no one else believes him.

Please, I need help DV. They are driving me crazy, and it's ruining my life.
With my friends (and girlfriend), I have all that rage built up from my parents, and I end up flipping out on them and I feel horrible about it.