“Because you’re a deadbeat, alcoholic, piece of shit who leeches off of my Mom, Micheal” I replied. “Why don’t you like me, Emmalyn?” He asked. I planned on walking right past him and into my room, but he grabbed my arm as I walked past. He didn’t even bother changing the channel.
I walked in my front door and saw my step dad sitting on the couch. I was wearing my hair straight down, sandals, skinny jeans, and a tight t-shirt that stopped above my belly-button. One day I came home from watching a football game at around 9 o’clock. We both have anger towards each other, and neither of us ever talk.
