There is no point in me trying to talk to my dad about it (earlier post response). He's just angry and takes it out on me. My sister is still out and it's only around 10-11pm I'm not to sure which and he starts yelling at me and gets up and yells in my face about her. I'm here! Can't he be mad at the one is doing the wrong in his eyes? No, everything is my fault. He grabbed my wrist and I tryed to pull away and he squeezed my hand so hard he broke my finger. I can't work now, because "m a cashier and I need both hands to work the register. That's my update for the person who asked. Yea, I'm still here.
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