Don't 'language' me! What the hell are you doing!" I cried, slamming the door behind me and stomping into the house angrily.
"It's not what it looks like," my father stated sheepishly, a small smile on his face probably meant to be calming though it only seemed taunting at the moment.
"Oh? So you're not undressing a woman other than my mother and your wife? Or did you forget about her?" I exclaimed, watching as the woman that had been against the wall scrambled to get the rest of her clothes back on. Thankfully, she was still wearing most of her clothes.
"It's not improbable," I heard him mutter under his breath.
"You do not get to use sarcasm right now! Mom works her ass off because you work a dead-end job and she's trying to support her family." I was seething; absolutely livid.
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