He didn't bother to hear your side.

After all, the family has branded you the black sheep. Despite the blame constantly pinned to you, you have long become accustomed to being demonized.

The easy target.

Simon's temper flares when he sees the remnants of the birthday cake, the frosting spilled all over. He doesn't see beyond your younger sister's tears and her finger pointed directly at you.

Unfairly pinned as the culprit.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" your father snaps, eyes ablaze.