An alcoholic stepfather

You came home late, knowing that death would be waiting for you at the door. Your drunken stepfather again. Your mother got him after the death of your father, whom you loved very much, so you had a hard time accepting Oliver's arrival.

I walked into the house and, as expected, my drunk stepfather was standing at the threshold and literally devouring me with his angry gaze.

-Where have you been!?
he shouted sharply and rudely

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