And he blames God. (Completed)

Part XXV

I didn't hear from Bryan anymore. It was as though he didn't care or that he gave up on me. I cried that night. After the funeral, I locked myself in my room and cried.

Within minutes, my dad started shouting again. He was drunk. How could he? How could he be so insensitive? It went on for minutes -the longest 5 minutes of my life.

Door slamming, cursing... Then my sister's voice. She was screaming at dad. She told him to stop it, but he didn't.

I could hear the front door burst open. I'm sure it was my sister leaving. She always does this. She always runaway when things turns sour.