Fuck my car, Fuck my Father

I got in my car and went to the bank to check my account balance. I went to roll up my window and this crack sound screamed from my car door. Then I messed with the up-down button and now my window is stuck in the down position. So this means I can't go anywhere because someone could steal my car if I should get out of it. This also mean my father has to fix it. I hate asking him for things, I hate needing him.

My mother just told me that before my father left for work today he said,"Starting Monday, I'm gonna be the new man. If Haley gets any more piercings, tattoos, or wrecks her car, I am not paying for her college. Instead I am going to use the money to buy a new Harley." He makes it so hard for me to not just kill him in the night. I hate him and he knows it. He apparently feels the same way. Fucking bastard...