You had come home after a long day of school. You were tired of being bullied already, and now you had to come home to more pain.

As you walked in, you already smelled the alcohol.

"Hurry the hell up already and cook me dinner you little shit.. maybe you'll end up like your mom if your slow enough.." Your father said in an angry drunk tone. He was very impatient already and demanded dinner to be done now.