Not Good Enough for the Truth in Cliche

Prologue

"YOU DUMB CUNT, WIPE THAT MAKEUP OFF YOUR FACE! YOU LOOK LIKE A WHORE!" My dad screamed at me. All I was wearing was eyeliner, but I'd been crying so it was running. He was drunk again.
"Really dad? You stupid piece of shit. I'm going to Uncle Russell's house. They actually treat me like a person."

"No you're not! You're staying here in your room until you learn to stop acting like a stupid bitch!" He nearly fell on his face getting up from the couch to grab another beer. "You're just like your mother. Would FUCK anyone and everyone she'd see."

Which is ironic, because I'm a virgin.

"Dad you're funny. I'm seriously done with this."

I'm waiting for the day he hits me so I can finally call the cops on his ass. I ran back into my room, grabbed my suitcase from my closet, and started packing my clothes.

"I'M NOT LIVING HERE ANYMORE! Be sure to get a good look at yourself in the mirror when I'm gone, to see what an asshole you've become. You obviously have no idea how much pain my OWN FATHER is causing me, so I'm leaving. Bye you worthless piece of shit!"

Tears started pouring down my cheeks again.

"Good, maybe you'll find your mother out there in that world." He took a shot of vodka.

"Make sure to OD on heroin again. But this time, I really hope you die."

"Maybe I will. I'll go to Russell's with you to get him on heroin again, how about that?" He said, looking down to pop open another can of beer.

"No just stay the fuck away from me you stupid piece of trash."

I was proud I didn't start bawling at what I was saying. This is one of the worst fights I've ever had with my dad.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had seriously hated my dad, which made me even more upset. Even the thought of it is really sad.

"Bye dad. Or should I say, sperm donor. You're a pity excuse of a father, or even a man."

"FUCK you I'm glad you're leaving. Less money to have to spend and more money for painkillers. Thanks daughter!"

I slammed the door with my suitcase in one hand and my phone in the other. I started to dial uncle Russell's number to ask for him to pick me up. I was seriously on the verge of killing myself.