"Why are you here?" I asked.. "Im your father, you dont want to see me?" "Not..." He came over and grabbed my mouth.. "I am your father, you are to respect me, and do as i say.. Do you understand me?" I blinked a few times, i could smell beer in his breath, vodika maybe.. "Ok" I sobbed, i tried not to, but it's too hard to hold it in.. He let go, and went back over to the fridge looking for anything he could mix together with his dumb vodika bottle.. "You aren't supposed to be here.." i said, I backed up thinking he might come grab me again, but he just looked me in the eye and said "I miss your mother" As casual as can be i replied "She doesnt miss you, and neither do i, so get away from us, so we can actually be happy!" I ran into my room as fast as i could, hearing him trail not too far behind me.. I slammed my door and collapsed on my bed sobbing.. Dad hasn't been sober at all today, probably not even at all this week.. That's why mom and dad got divorced, he was so controlling when he drank.. I heard him pounding on the door, even when he would stop, i would still hear pouning in my ears...

Ahhh, Boring?