C H A P T E R 17 - Sam.

I slammed the door shut as I entered the house, uncaring about the fact that I would be bound to attract the attention of my father and my mother. At this point in time, with the way that I was feeling, I was more than prepared to face them and whatever was left of their temper. I was willing to dish out my own spoon of emotions as well, because I was not going to deal with them. That was not the way that things were going to work this time around. 

I had walked away earlier, because I had hoped to avoid causing more trouble than all of this was worth, but it was too late for that now. I felt like I had had majority of my organs bruised in one way or another, and I wanted to take it out on someone. After all, I wouldn't have left the house if it hadn't been for the way that they had been treating me. 

Just as I had been expecting, it took no more than a few moments for my father to make his appearence, coming out of the dining room, which was further down the