"shut up , will you fricki'n just shut up."
And like that he stormed out of the house. I could've sworn at that moment.
I would've if the same fight didn't happen every week. my mum ran into the kitchen, tears
strolling down her face. I hated my dad for this. For all of this. For being the biggest bitch in my
life.
I ran after her cursing.
She was over the sink her dark hair hanging over her shoulders.
"mum...."
"oh Ash"
But we said nothing more. Because we didn't need to. I hugged and she hugged me back.
I knew it was only a matter of days now. My dad would be moving out.
Going to join his girlfriend and her kid. I don't even know why i call him dad. He's just a stupid
dickhead in the middle of our family.
