When I slipped into my window, I was surprised to see my dad in my room. I almost fell back out in shock but I righted myself and held on to the window. When I was stable, I pushed off and walked into my room, staring at my father.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"Is that any way to talk to your father?" He said with a stern glare. I wanted to tell him he wasn't my father, I wanted to tell him a father would have tossed aside his pride for the good of his family, a father would not let their children suffer when he could easily put an end to it. I wanted to yell all these things at him. But I'd never been good at standing up to my father and I wasn't about to start now.
"Sorry" I whispered.
"Where have you been?" He asked.
I desperately wanted to answer with what do you care?
