Ow dad, stop. That hurts. It has metal on it. No! Put the booze down, you’re already- ow! Stop hitting me.

No, I won’t get the door. Stop calling me a piece of crap, I’m not. Let me go to school, maybe I can make somethine of my life.

This is exactly why mom left. Yes, it is, I swear.

The smoke alarm is going off. You started it. You smoke too much. I hope you die.

I hate you.

Please. No, I won’t get the phone. I know, you’ll break the door of my room. Please. I’m hungry. Let me eat. Crumbs aren’t enough anymore, dad. I’m ten, I need to eat. Please.

You didn’t get me a birthday cake. I hate you. I hope you die.

You get the door. I bet it’s one of your drunk friends. Fine, I’ll get it.

It is for you. But, it’s not someone you like. You’re being sued by the neighbors. That’s right, I told someone what you’re doing to me. An orphanage would be better than here.

Yeah, that’s right, I threw your beer can at you. You can’t do anything about it. You’re going to go bankrupt and be lonely.

I hate you.