there he goes again, ranting about your mother and her new husband. It’s obvious he’s been drinking, especially when he goes to his room and only comes out for another beer. Eventually when his wife comes home, they start arguing. naturally, you take your younger sibling into your room and lock the door. You end up texting your biological mom, “mom. She’s going to leave us here with him.” Fearing for your own safety. thinking she left, you sit there. Listening to every small sound, and every footstep that happens in the house. but what’s that? A knock on the door. That’s right, the police are here. Your father yells and blames you for them showing up, but now, you’re waiting outside with the officers. Hoping your mother shows up soon.