Great my father.

I hear the stairs creak as someone steps down the stairs and start to eat more of my toast.

Better hope I don't irritate him.

The kitchen door connecting to the hallway the stair well is in opens with purpose and my father steps in.

Well if it isn't doctor Piper himself. The homophobic, transphobic and racist bastard he is. Him and his greying sideburns yeah you can't prevent age can you fuck face. Oh, and that well-built figure. Oh well I just want to fucking punch you I swear to god.

"Morning father" I say in a calm voice.

"You're up early John" he bellows with his deep, angrily under-toned voice a bit too loud for the morning.

I hate that stupid name.

"Early bird gets the worm I suppose" he says in a proud tone, which makes me want to vomit before going to pour himself some tea and make some cereal.

If only he knew why I was up early.

I carry on eating my toast which I had lost all appetite for but didn't want to stop, it could spark con. I then hear the stair make a lighter creak and see my mother enter the room a moment later.

"Good morning boys" she yawns as she begins to pour herself some tea and my father goes to get her cereal.

"Good morning Jenn" he cheerfully responds handing her the bowl.

"Morning" I say as I finish my toast and chug my tea faster than a sailor who just returned from sea drinks their alcohol.

Ah fuck it burns but I want out of here fast.

Finishing my tea, I take my plate and mug to the sink to wash.

My father opens his shithole of a mouth to say "My boy I'm glad you study seriously and don't waste time with any of your friends".

I don't have friends because you force me from them you bastard.

"Hope you get a girlfriend soon though".

Yeah well so do I and become the cute girlfriend as well you pompous arsehole.

"Daaaaad" I say in that classic please stop being annoying parents' tone. While doing so I finish the dishes and get ready to leave the room, as that bag of feces known as my father chuckles.

I need out now for my sanity.

I stride towards the exit gate of this hell like kitchen space.

"Don't forget be ready by half eight Johnathon" My messy looking mother groggily says.

"I won't mother" I respond as I turn the door handle and push open the door quickly, then speedily transferring from one side to the other with so much speed you would think my life was on the line. The door closes, I breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, quiet.