My dad is the worst person I know. He is a jerk living off of the government, aspiring for nothing and wasting his life.
I knocked on the door frame with my good hand. After counting to sixty, I walked into his house.
“Dad!” I remember yelling. “Where you at!” He walked out from the kitchen.
“Hey, boy. Merry Christmas, eh?” He laughed mockingly.
“More than you know.” I sat in my familiar spot. I hadn’t been here for more than six months. For a reason I remembered real soon.
“How is school? You gettin all A’s like a proper student?” My dad had dropped out of high school to join the military. He was dishonorably discharged after a year and a half.
“I been working really hard, Dad. I only have one B, and I am going to every study help they have for the class.” After that he tried to shape up, which is why my mom condescended to marry him.
“Ha! You suck, dude.” Then he cheated on her 12 times in one week, divorced her, and left her with me. “How is your mom? She still selfish and unforgiving?”
I threw myself out of my chair. “My mother is not selfish or unforgiving.” He got up in my face.
“Your mother is a --!”
I had a flashback of the doctor saying, “Don’t punch anyone. Don't land on your arm.” I punched him in the eye, and he hit the ground. I kicked the door open and went home, my arm stabbing, probably broken again. That’s all, I swear.