For years now, I have lived with my miserable father and my stepmother ever since my mother passed away. Things weren't any different between my father and my new mom, the constant yell, screams and abuse were always there. The walls have never escaped those horrid screams of mine when he hurls a beer bottle at me.    He was a reckless alcoholic and a debtor who only cared about himself and my stepmother. I couldn't be more glad that I didn't have any siblings because they wouldn't need to go through half of what I experienced.It made me see why my mom decided to end her life alongside the fetus growing in her stomach.   I had drifted far in my thoughts when I heard a loud bang on the door. It startled me so much that I almost fell off the bed.