Five Nights at My Abusive Asshole Dad's House: Difference between revisions

I woke to the room exactly as I had left it last night, except that there were the bodies of my step mom, sister, and brother crucified on the three walls besides for the one behind the bed. I wasn't scared though. I would make it through this night and in the morning I would go to my actual home, free from this terror. I stayed in my room today, now my dad was going through one beer a second out in the living room. This lasted for hours. A few minutes before midnight I had the urge to take a shit. One problem though. My dad was using the bathroom connected to my room. I snuck out to the bathroom in the hall. I had an excellent shit. As soon as I stepped back into the hall I felt my dads hand on my shoulder. "Nice shit, boy." He then proceeded to ground me to my room.