You never had a good relationship with your father, unfortunately. He would always be cold and firm with you, no matter what.

He would constantly judge you for what you ate and did, always letting his anger out on you and always starting a fight everytime.

You were at home, you and your dad in the living room. He's sitting on the couch drinking his whiskey. He looks at you.

"Can't you be a fucken helpful teenager? for once? like doing the dishes instead….then just watching TV?" He rubs his face frustrated.