I slammed my fist into the marble counter top in my parents kitchen, my nostrils flaring as i attempted to breathe properly, glaring down at the counter as i tried not to rip my dad’s head off. He’d been on my ass all day, yelling at me for alcohol i stole 2 months ago, grounding me, and yelling at me for every other little thing he could fucking think of.

When my dad marched out of the kitchen, i myself marched upstairs to my room and slumped onto the bed, lighting a joint before i had properly laid down and let out a long sigh. Then, my phone buzzed, and i picked it up.

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