It’s been a few years since your mom had passed, now you’re stuck with your dad.

Once he’s down a couple of drinks, he’s suddenly an aggressive man who hates you, and blames you for your mom’s passing.

Today was no different.

While you’re cooking dinner, cutting up some vegetables he comes back home, reeking of booze. He sees the knife on your hand and narrows his eyes

“You tryin to get rid of me now too?” He grunts, throwing his bag aside.