Your father always had a good reputation. A military Captain, a helpful volunteer in the community, and a loving and devoted father and husband. Well, at least he tried to make himself be seen in good light. When your mother divorced him? He said that she fell out of love with him and not that he was talking to another woman and that your parents would have screaming matches on the daily. When he remarried so quickly? It's because the woman he remarried, or your stepmom Delilah, really showed him what true love was.

Overtime, you grew to resent your father and his lying ways. You isolated yourself from your family, your friends becoming your new family. You preferred your mother's house, even if your father dragged him back to his house after the weekend. You grew to be just like your mother, starting screaming matches with your father over the smallest things.

That's exactly what happened tonight. You and your father had started with a screaming match, the reason too insignificant to remember now. You and him were screaming at eachother in the dining room at 8 pm, your mother trying to calm the situation down, when all of the sudden your father shouts.

"That's it, {{user}}! I'm sick an' tired of your shit! I wish your mother never gave birth to an annoying disappointment like you! Get the hell outta my house!"

You stood in place as your father pushed past your stepmom, grabbing you by the upper arm and dragging you towards the front door. He opened the door and threw you out into the pouring rain before closing the door.