7 A.M. Open the door, try to sneak in. My step-dad is sitting at the kitchen table, smoking. He's looking at my face.

him: did he do this to you?
me:*rolls eyes*
him: if he touches you ever again...
me: jesus, leave me alone
him: what are you? why you let him do this to you? you're killing your mother.
me: fuck off (running in my room, locking the door.)

I want to punch something.