My sweaty palms grip the material inside my orange sweatpants. Beads of sweat form on my forehead and I try my best not to breathe too hard or accidentally roll my statue eyes.
"You live under our roof, which means our rules." my dad's deep voice is suddenly shrill and irritating. He points his thick finger at me and violently gestures me away from him.
Relieve pours over me like cold water and I couldn't walk faster to my room. My hand clamps around the door and with my oozing anger I wanted to slam the door so hard that all the walls gets invaded with cracks but with all the self control I have left I quietly close the door and fall on my bed.
I let out a frustrated sigh and think of myself hitting walls. Ruining everything inside my room, throwing stuff around. I clench my teeth
