Why is Frank up? Okay, just go to the room and it will be fine. As I was at the door and closing it behind me, I turned around. He looked mad, but why?
"What are you doing out late? Why are you just coming home because you have been out being a w***e like your mom?"
" You are drunk. I'm going to bed. You should do the same, Frank."
"Who are you to tell me what to do? I bet you are just like your mom and like to sleep around. I know you are. I bet you even like it just like her", he says as he gets up from the brown chair he is sitting in.
I need to get out of this situation, I need to get away.
"I'll see you in the morning", I told him.
He grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. "You are not leaving yet. I am not done talking to you"
"Frank let me go", I yelled at him and tried to pu
