Chapter 3 - Cheerios

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In the kitchen I could see the island when I first walk. A woman was on the counter, on the top of the fucking counter. And Dad was......

I really don't want to explain it, but you get what I see, right? My Dad is having, you know, on top of the kitchen counter. The same one I ate my Cheerios on this morning before I left to school. My God damn Cheerios.

They don't notice me, and I quickly turn around. "Dad!"

I heard a high squeal of surprise and nothing from my Dad.

"Who is that?"

I hated this woman. Sitting on the kitchen counter.

Cheerios?

My good ole hell of a Dad said" That is my daughter. Who is just leaving."

"Excuse me?" I turn around suddenly pissed, trying to ignore the fact they were in the same exact position they were a moment ago. " I shouldn't have to go anywhere, because of the fact that I live here, that bitch the one who need to be gone, ya know, as soon as you get out of her ass."

They look at me in shock as I stood there fuming, then not caring I turn around and left.

And thinking of the Cheerios I wont be eating anytime soon.

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