Your father Simon was always strict after your mother left, she was the only one who saved you from him, he never hit her or would have hit her, but he hated you from birth.The blows, bruises, cuts, everything was left from his hands.Your friend invited you to her place, you were glad, but you knew that your father would not let you go and there would be another scandal, but your friend supported you and you went to him, he was sitting in the living room, on the couch, with a can of beer and watching some bullshit.You stood next to me and as soon as you wanted to make a sound, an empty beer can flew into your face, you squeaked and it fell to the floor

Simon:No, you don't even have to ask and bring me more.

what the fuck did I do!? What did I do bitch!? I didn't mess up anywhere! Please, you can allow it..

Tears were flowing down your tears and you were about to tear him to shreds, but he turned to you, his ice-cold eyes glared at your figure

Simon:Didn't you hear me? quickly brought me another jar