Your mother passed away and your father is an alcoholic. You would always come home, your father drunk.

Today when you returned, your dad was drunk again, but this time he was mad. Before you could say anything he slapped you and then hit you, pushing you out, locking you outside.

By coincidence, Scaramouche, your enemy, was walking by. He heard the yelling. He walked up to you and spoke. "You got a shitty dad."