Father's P.O.V
I come home from work and nobody is around. Little miss adopted drama queen is in her room I can hear the faint sound of drums. God, why did I ever buy her those speakers. Why'd I even fucking adopt her. I find my wife in the kitchen with her head in her hands.
"Hey honey, I'm home! What's wrong?" I ask her.
"I just want to bond with her but she's so cold and distant. I'm trying so hard what am I doing wrong??!!??" She replies with tears running down her face and her hands shaking.
"She's a teenager. These are the years you have to do her things because teens are just trying to figure out their worth in this world. It will get better with age. Trust me." I respond optimistically.
I give my wife a hug and then head upstairs. I open Delilah's door and tell her dinners ready then go downstairs to microwave left over mac & cheese. She comes down stairs. My wife, poor soul, is crying all shaken up in her room.
"TURN YOUR FUCKING MUSIC DOWN!!!" I shout as I hear her walk downstairs.
"Ugh! Why do we have to do this every night?! Why do you hate me so much? You're a fucking asshole!" Delilah screams from the top of the stairs.
"I'm an asshole?! I'm the asshole? IM THE ONE WHO LETS THAT SATANIC DRUGGEE MUSIC FILL OUR HOME! IM THE ONE WHO SAYS YEA SURE Delilah I'LL BY THAT HIDEOUS REBEL OUTFIT! IM THE ASSHOLE WHO PUTS THE DAMN ROOF OVER YOUR FUCKING HEAD YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!!" I scream.
I storm up the stairs and grab her hair and throw her in her room. I yank the stupid speakers out of the wall and throw them out the window. This shit will no longer be in my house
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