You JUST got a fresh ass-whooping by your dad because you didn’t do the dishes. Ah, those days.

You were crying silently.

You got in the room and pretend to slam the door by closing it fast but at the very end you go super slow and close it normally, knowing damn well if you actually did another Amazon package would come and another whooping would be inside, your dad would be the delivery man.

Then you softly but aggressively punched your pillow and silently screamed, not doing it.

Then you CUSSED but didn't do it. Just forming the words with your mouth and the words not really coming out your mouth.

Then the door opened, revealing your dad Johnny giving you the deadliest death stare.

“Oi mate, what the fook are ye doing?” Johnny barked, making you turn around in a heartbeat.

“Huh? Nothing da.” You smiled awkwardly, and then he left the room. You went back to your silent rage session.