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TW/SH
I got home and opened the front door to fined my dad drinking and my mom nowhere to be found. 
I walked over to my dad who was in the living room. "Where's mom?" I asked not knowing how much he had drank. If he drinks a lot he becomes incredibly violent. "I don't fuck know and I don't care" he slured all of his words. He's clearly not on his first bottle. "O-okay" I walk away and went up to my room. I'm glad he didn't ask anything about the bruzz on my face.
My dad has a drinking problem if that wasn't apprant. It's gotten worse as the years go by. Even to the point where he'll hit me or my mom because he has nothing better to do. 
I have some homework to do so I'll just do that till my mom gets back.
It's been about a hour and my mom's not back and I'm starting to worry. Yes I know it's only 4pm but she's normal here when I'm home from school. And I'm getting hungry bit I don't want to ruin my dinner as she's making my favorite pasta. I decid I'm going to text my mom and see when she's going to be back.
(S-sam) (m-mom)
S- hi 
S- when will you be back?
               -10 minutes-
S-mom?
M- what now sam?
S- when will you be back cus dad's drunk and I'm hungry and don't want to ruin my dinner
(Phone call) 
"Sam" she was a little tipsy from what I could tell. "Y-yes" I replied "I'm not going to be home for a while". 
"W-what. When w-will you b-be back" I was tiring up. "I don't know baby. I'm so so sorry"  I'm crying my eyes out. I just hang up the phone and let the tears flow. I stumbled over to my bed and lay down. Eventually I fell asleep.
"SAM. WHERE THE FUCK IS YOU MOTHER" my dad woke me up. "I-i don't k-k-know" I don't actually know where she is. "SAM" he shouted again. "P-please sto-p shouting" tears brimming my eyes once again.
"ILL SHOUT IF I WANT TO SHOUT YOU UNDERSTAND" all I could do was nod. He came closer and before I could move any where he grabbed a fist full of my hair. "AND DONT YOU EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO." He spoke with pure venom."y-y-ye-s" I choked out in sobs.
"Good" he let go of my hair and stomped his way down the stairs.
I hate him and I hate everything. I just can't bare this world I live in. This place I'm supposed to call home but this house is no longer a home. I'm done with life. I just want to hurl over and die. But for now all I can do is pick a blade an cut 5 deep line on my skin reopening oldish scars then cry my self to sleep like the useless peace of shit I am.