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I was a nice kid.
Always trying to stay out of trouble.
Doing my hardest to excel in school.

I wanted to make you proud.

Watching Brittany when you were at work, or at the bar, or in the motel with one of those fucking sluts.
God, she was such a bitch to me.
Utter hell, I’ll tell ya.
Making huge messes all over the house, just to watch me clean ‘em.

But you wouldn’t know about that, would you?

I cooked, I cleaned.
I was the mom.
I covered for you when the tax collectors came.
When the cops came knocking, I had alibis for you.
But you didn’t care.

All you did was fuck around.

You slept, ate, drank, worked, and came home AFTER you went out.
You had plenty of opportunities to be with us.
But no, you decided to be a selfish, slimy fuck.

Sure, you made money; but you spent it all on useless shit.
A big-screen T.V.
New furniture.
A pool.
A motorcycle.
A boat.
You remember, don’t you?
We didn’t need any of it.
You bought it so you could forget.

Right?
Am I right?
SHUT THE FUCK UP!

You don’t know what it was like.
You weren’t there.

I lived in constant fear.

Filthy fuckers coming to the house, asking for you.

I had to hold a knife in my hand, Dad.
They tried to get in the house, DAD.
THEY WANTED BRITTANY, DAD.

IS THAT HOW YOU RAISE YOUR SON?

But you wouldn’t know, would you?
I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION!

You weren’t my father.
You were some guy who came in and out of MY house.
You didn’t take the time to thank me.
Why should you?

I’M JUST YOUR FUCKING SON!
RIGHT?

Well I’m fucking tired of all this GODDAMN BULLSHIT!
I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE!
YOU MAKE ME SICK!

I remember when I wanted to be just like you.
I thought you were perfect.
Damn, I was wrong.
I was dead wrong.

Now look at you, cowering at my feet.
Do you feel weak?
Scared?
What’s going to happen?
Do you know?

What was that?
I can’t hear you, DAD.
DID YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME, DAD?

Do you need me to call 911?
There’s a bullet hole in your leg, Dad!
Oh no!
What should I do?
WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO?!

I THINK I SHOULD LEAVE YOU HERE!

Like you left me.
Sounds like a good deal, right?
I had to deal with it; now it’s your turn.
Not for long though.
Don’t worry.
An eye for an eye.
You understand, right?

Wait…Are you crying?

WHAT’S THAT, DAD?!

YOU’RE SORRY?!

Oh, that’s rich.
You’re sorry.

Wonderful.

I can forgive you now, RIGHT?

I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
YOU DON’T DESERVE ANY PITY.

I WAS FUCKING THIRTEEN!
NOW I’M MORE OF AN ADULT THAN YOU!

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I GOT THROUGH ALL THIS?
ALL THE SHIT I WENT THROUGH!
FOR YOU!

HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF?

KNOWING WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME DIDN’T KILL YOU?!

Then I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.
Don’t worry, Brittany will be fine.
Not like you’d care anyway, you fucking heartless bastard.
Guess it’s my turn, huh?
Bye, Dad.

I love you.

Description
I was a nice kid.
Always trying to stay out of trouble.
Doing my hardest to excel in school.

I wanted to make you proud.

Watching Brittany when you were at work, or at the bar, or in the motel with one of those fucking sluts.
God, she was such a bitch to me.
Utter hell, I’ll tell ya.
Making huge messes all over the house, just to watch me clean ‘em.

But you wouldn’t know about that, would you?

I cooked, I cleaned.
I was the mom.
I covered for you when the tax collectors came.
When the cops came knocking, I had alibis for you.
But you didn’t care.

All you did was fuck around.

You slept, ate, drank, worked, and came home AFTER you went out.
You had plenty of opportunities to be with us.
But no, you decided to be a selfish, slimy fuck.

Sure, you made money; but you spent it all on useless shit.
A big-screen T.V.
New furniture.
A pool.
A motorcycle.
A boat.
You remember, don’t you?
We didn’t need any of it.
You bought it so you could forget.

Right?
Am I right?
SHUT THE FUCK UP!

You don’t know what it was like.
You weren’t there.

I lived in constant fear.

Filthy fuckers coming to the house, asking for you.

I had to hold a knife in my hand, Dad.
They tried to get in the house, DAD.
THEY WANTED BRITTANY, DAD.

IS THAT HOW YOU RAISE YOUR SON?

But you wouldn’t know, would you?
I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION!

You weren’t my father.
You were some guy who came in and out of MY house.
You didn’t take the time to thank me.
Why should you?

I’M JUST YOUR FUCKING SON!
RIGHT?

Well I’m fucking tired of all this GODDAMN BULLSHIT!
I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE!
YOU MAKE ME SICK!

I remember when I wanted to be just like you.
I thought you were perfect.
Damn, I was wrong.
I was dead wrong.

Now look at you, cowering at my feet.
Do you feel weak?
Scared?
What’s going to happen?
Do you know?

What was that?
I can’t hear you, DAD.
DID YOU SAY SOMETHING TO ME, DAD?

Do you need me to call 911?
There’s a bullet hole in your leg, Dad!
Oh no!
What should I do?
WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO?!

I THINK I SHOULD LEAVE YOU HERE!

Like you left me.
Sounds like a good deal, right?
I had to deal with it; now it’s your turn.
Not for long though.
Don’t worry.
An eye for an eye.
You understand, right?

Wait…Are you crying?

WHAT’S THAT, DAD?!

YOU’RE SORRY?!

Oh, that’s rich.
You’re sorry.

Wonderful.

I can forgive you now, RIGHT?

I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
YOU DON’T DESERVE ANY PITY.

I WAS FUCKING THIRTEEN!
NOW I’M MORE OF AN ADULT THAN YOU!

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I GOT THROUGH ALL THIS?
ALL THE SHIT I WENT THROUGH!
FOR YOU!

HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LIVE WITH YOURSELF?

KNOWING WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME DIDN’T KILL YOU?!

Then I suppose I’ll have to do it myself.
Don’t worry, Brittany will be fine.
Not like you’d care anyway, you fucking heartless bastard.
Guess it’s my turn, huh?
Bye, Dad.

I love you.