“Just go to frigging hell!”

“What?”

“You heard me, you worthless piece of shit! Get out of my room!”

“Why? I just want to explain, Joe!”

I launch the nearest thing to hand in his direction – my skateboarding trophy. In the back of my mind I know I’ll regret this tomorrow, especially when I see it bounce off the doorframe and snap in two!

“Missed! Dur-brain!” A one fingered gesture. He’s angry now!

The room suddenly goes misty and with a howl I throw myself at him, sending us both flying with a crash through the door. Landing on the floor, with him pinned under me I begin to rain punches down on his head, his face, his body; my arms flailing wildly at him. I have my hands around his neck, his head banging against the floor – one, two, three…

He isn’t helpless for long, retaliating with well-aimed and accurate shots. I feel my nose burst, the coppery taste of blood begins to  seep into my mouth. Tears of pure rage blind my eyes as I hammer unseeing at him.

Through the fog in my brain I hear running feet, then screaming. I feel my body grabbed and then I am flying backwards onto the landing floor outside my room. I slump heavily on the carpet, breathing little bubbles of blood.

“Get to your room!” a voice growls, anger rippling in waves off its surface. I stay put.

“Now!”

I sit there, glaring at him out of bloodshot eyes. Nothing’s inside me but suffocating hatred.

“No, I won’t!”

The large hand grabs my arm and I am yanked to a standing position. With one swift, powerful movement I am hurled through the door and once again find myself crashing to the floor. “When I tell you to do something, you do it! Understood? Now get in there and cool off. You want to scrap like a common brawler you do it somewhere else and not in this house. Just get in there. I don’t want to have to set eyes on you again this evening. Do you hear me?”

Oh, yes, I hear alright. Probably half the street heard as well.

“Fine!”

I kick the door shut as hard as I can, feeling with some satisfaction the entire house shake. Then, sweeping clothes and books out of the way I throw myself on my bed. Biting my pillow I scream and scream…