Everyday LifeShe comes home from school and walks in through the back door, trying to avoid him. Beer cans are scattered across the kitchen. She's so used to it; it's simply another part of her home. Tip-toeing to her room quietly, she's hoping he doesn't hear her.Everyday Life4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Away from you.
"My room. I have a lot of homework."
He takes two steps closer.
"Why can't you do it out here?"
Because I can't stand the smell of beer and the sound of a bipolar man sharing his regrets of having a daughter.
"I like the quiet, too noisy in here."'
He rushes towards her like an angry bull.
"Sit down! You're staying in here for once with your father."
Ugh. Beer breath. I can practically taste it.
She reluctantly sits on the couch and attempts to unzip her backpack until he snatches it and hurls it across the room.
"Hey, I have to do my "
"No. You're too stupid to get into college, so what's the point in doing you're homework?"
He laughs hystericall