Scott
"Open the door!" my father is screaming from the other side.
I should have never come back to my apartment, especially knowing how much control he has over it. I know that he is giving me a choice, but soon that will change and he will just walk in and take control as he likes. He doesn't care about me.
I pack an overnight bag and prepare to walk out. I will need to go to a hotel once again. I can't stay here, I need some space.
"It's about time," my father grumbles when I open the door. "What's that?" he asks when he notices my bag.
"I'm going out, and don't try to follow me," I start moving and he tries to block me, but I push him inside the apartment and close the door on his face.
I can hear him screaming, but I don't care. I don't take the elevator, I use the stairs, an
