Why i hate him

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I'm just getting ready for school when I hear a noise from my farther's bedroom. I tried to figure out what he was saying but I couldn't so I decided to go up their and see what's wrong. I mean that's what every kid would do right. But I don't know why I did. My family isn't exactly normal. It's different. I don't know how to describe it. It's just very different but not in a good way. It's Like no other homes.

I went up their to hear him screaming at my mom. Calling her a bitch, whore and worthless. Before I know it my mum got slapped across her face and ran out their room pushing me out the way while she ran down the stairs. My biological dad barged out of the room, punching me to get his anger out. Pinning me to the wall so I couldn't move.

I hate my biological dad.

As you can probably tell by now I really hate him. I wish he never existed. That's why I call him my 'biological dad' not 'dad'. I never wanted him to be my dad and I never will. All he's ever done is hurt me.

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