Later that day...

I arrived at home, and first person I see as I close the door, is my step-mother. Her face says it all. Exasperation, hate, drama, fear...same as usual. She has never been a kind person or shown any kind of affection towards me. I guess there's no need for me to expect anything good from her.

" Hi. " I tell her, but she replies in a low tone, almost impossible to hear. She doesn't even try to hide the fact that she is upset all the time. Give her a few minutes, and she'll be yelling over something completely random in no time.

I headed to my room, and saw my father. He was taking some of his clothes from one of the closets I have in my room.

" Hello, father. " I tell him. He answers back, holding one of his shirts between his teeth, while his hands are holding a pair of jeans and a couple of white towels. I lay on my bed.

" Don't you have anything else to do? " My father asks as soon as I lay my head on my pillow. I sigh silently. " Is that how you're gonna be for the rest of your life? A lazy man who doesn't do shit? " he says as I close my eyes for a few moments, trying not to think of anything that could sound wrong to him. The thing is, everything I say sounds bad to him.

" I do. " I answer him. " But I'm just resting a little... then I'll get to do what I have to. " I finally say.

" And what do you do? Don't you have any homework? Just look at you... Do you even do anything at school? At this course of yours, that you've chosen? " he says as I ignore him.

" I told you, this course... this ' Professional Designer ' bullshit won't bring you any good in your life, and I can see it already. It's not giving us any benefits. " he says. 

Ever since I found out he was my father, he would always come up with some kind of crazy stories like' You're gonna be a useless homeless freak with no friends and family... ' and, ever since then, I've never been attached to him. Once in awhile, he'll pretend he really cares about my well being, but then I would later find out that he had stabbed me on the back. He keeps making things up, along with his friends that stupidly fall for all his lies.

" And what am I supposed to do? I'm freaking 16 years old, for God's sake. Do you want me to get a job? I already HAVE a part-time job. It doesn't pay much, but it's something I can keep myself occupied with, and at least I don't have to ask you money all the time. Isn't that enough for you? " I finally answer him.

" I DON'T CARE!!! WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE, I USED TO WORK AT TWO DIFFERENT PLACES AND WENT TO SCHOOL!! " he yells back.

" Alright, it really looks like you did not hear anything of what I just said. I told you before, that I've been trying to make money out of my hobbies, like working as a photographer in weddings and cultural events... if you don't care about it, then be glad that, at least, I still help on taking care of the house. And I cook whenever I can." I tell him. He stares at me as I stand up from my bed.

" I should be the one to decided what's better for you. You're gonna regret not listening to me when you're older. I've seen kids like you, you don't listen to your parents, then you grow up to be as miserable as you looked when you were born, then you blame it all on your parents. " he says.

" Yea... I think you've been watching too many movies. It's amazing how much you don't know about me... You know what? I came here because I still feel pity for you. You need me, because I'm your son, and that's why I keep coming here, even though my mother tells me NOT to, because you're the most toxic person she has ever met. And sadly, you are my father. " I tell him as he ignores me, and keeps folding his clothes to put them in the closet. " You know, one day I'll leave through that door, and never come back. " I say.

He suddenly stops as I pack up my things and head to the door. " I'm going to my mother's house today. I've had a bad day... but of course, you don't care.