Okay. So. Either... Yesterday, or sometime within this week, -can't remember- Angela went shopping with Jamie, leaving me alone with my dad. Usually, he would just ignore me. But this time he came up the steps to my room, and I shut the door. And locked it. And put a chair against the door. And turned the music up really loud. Then, because I'm so smart, I went out thought the window. Yes. What a genius I am. Sitting in the middle of the park I start thinking I have nothing to really fear. He wouldn?t kill me. He wouldn?t risk his freedom over me. No matter how much he despises my imperfection. I didn?t get home until one in the morning, and he was still up, screaming at the television set. I walk in the door, and he immediately diverts his attention to me. I remember a sever pain on the side of me head, then collapsing to the floor. He told me, I will never be his son, and that I disgrace him by even being in the same room as him. Finally ending with him shattering his bottle of vodka near my face. He stood up and said something along the lines of 'you son of a b***h' and me replying 'I'm YOUR son, dumb a**.' Angela and Jamie came home just then. Angela, being daddy's little princess, sent him to his room without supper, where as Jamie yelled at me for a while. Not like I was paying attention. I think I fell asleep while she was still talking.
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