Cocain's POV

"who was you talking to"

Rolling my eyes I muttered "my friend" while plopping back on my bed eyeing my dad questionably "did you want me or something"

"cocain I understand that she is not your real mom but the least you can do is be nice"

"I am trying its just as soon as sh-"

"I don't care you need to respect her I understand you don't like her but come on she's part of the family now"

Narrowing my eyes I crossed my arms "the only family she's part of is the trash" my dad shook his head in disbelief "how can you say that"

Sighing I looking down at the floor rubbing my foot on my carpet  "can we just not you know how I feel.."

"cocai-"

"dad please"

Breathing in deeply he ran his hand over his face while looking up then finally glancing back towards me "fine but if you don't behave yourself I'm gonna have to ground you this is the last straw" not giving me a chance to reply he stepped out and shut the door behind him

"... last straw my ass" I grumbled at the closed door sighing I layed back on the bed glancing up at the ceiling wishing the day would be over already