As i walk into my house i notice that something could be wrong. my dad had been drinking…again. whenever my dad drinks he gets into his mood. whenever he gets into his mood he takes it all out of me. today he was flat out drunk. as i walked into my house i culd hear him grumble as he got off the couch.
as i walked quickly to my rom his found me and dragged me by my hair to the corner, ever since i was little he use to throw me in a coner and then kick me back as hard as he could. he called this obedience. as he kicked me in the back of the neck he stumbled and fell. i quickly got up and walked into my room. “shit ” i screamed as i tried to figure out what to do while my dad was in his ‘mood’. i was waitng while my dad was trying to find another bottle of achole. then i heared him fall on the couch and go to sleep. then i quielty snuck out when he was passed out.i walked around my neighborhood just thinking of what i’m gonna do when i get home.