"DAD STOP"
I was being dragged to my dads car by my arm, I seriously couldn't do this today.
Next thing I know he locks me in the car and yells at me. It's 107 out I can barley breathe it feels like I'm gonna die... I'm gonna die.
I bang with my feet on the floor somehow finding a loose piece of car so I rip it off of the car with my foot. I know this is the only way my dad will drive us home, he wants the car to look perfect.
"You piece of fat shit!"
I know what's coming next, he's gonna scream for the next hour getting home about how I'm worthless like he didn't just drag me out of Nordstrom rack... and he's gonna convince me that I lied about what happened.
I will never be happy here, feckin never.
Some days I just wanna die I just wanna fall out of this fucking car and get run over by a semi truck.
