mom finally gets us to go to bedmy brother is laying in the next bed staring at the

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>mom finally gets us to go to bed
>my brother is laying in the next bed staring at the ceiling
>"why isn't daddy ever here Hunter"
>I don't know what to tell him
>"just go to sleep"
>I hear a car coming down the street, it sounds like a V-8
>hope to god it isn't him
>it pulls into our driveway
>hear the front door open
>my mom is yelling, she asks where he has been.
>all I hear is muffled yells, a lamp breaks
>my mom screams at him to go away, more muffled yells back. sounds like he might be drunk and can't talk properly
>he starts to come up the stairs, i hear his sneakers
>see his shadow outside the door, my mom did not come up with him. she knows what is going to happen
>hear her sobbing at the foot of the stairs. "not my babys" she cries.
>door flies open, in comes my dad.
>"WELCOME TO FLAVORTOWN BOYS" he tries to yell, but his mouth is too crammed with pulled pork from the sandwich in his left hand.
>Ryder begins to sob, dad jumps on his bed and starts cramming onion rings down his shirt from his pants pocket
>"COME FOR A DRIVE IN MY CHEVELLE, WE'LL GO GET PIZZA" he is spitting the pulled pork out all over my face as he tries to chew down another mouthfull
>I pull out the steak knife I have been keeping under my pillow incase he comes back like this again
>I stab him in the heart, he looks surprised
>"peace, love and taco grease" he says, as he falls to the ground
>finally, the nightmare is over.