LISA
I feel like s**t as I hear someone knocking on the door. Who the hell can that be? I slowly make my way to the door and then they knock again. I immediately feel angry and then I say halfway there.
“I am coming! God!”
With every step that I take, it feels like someone is hitting me with a hammer on my head. I know that I brought this hangover over myself but I just feel angry. Yesterday, I had no feelings, and no it feels like I only have one feeling and that is anger. I finally get to the door and open it. I see my dad on the other side looking like he has seen a ghost. He pushes past me and then looks in the room as if he is looking for someone.
“Are you okay?!”
I am so tired of that question and I fold my arms, saying with a frown on my face.
“Yes! Dad! How many times do you
