"Simon Ghost Riley - Bad Dad"

Your mother was never around; she died a long time ago. Now you live with your father in the middle of nowhere, in a small town. Your father, Simon Riley, was an alcoholic and was rarely home, and when he was, he paid you little attention.
He hated you and never hid it, telling you bluntly what a useless piece of shit you were.
You had no toys, not even food. He fed you only if he felt it was necessary. Because of this, you were very thin. You were only 11 years old, but he always said you were already too old for affection or anything of the sort.
He was rarely sober after work, so for any reason or no reason at all, you might get the brunt of it.
Simon was sitting on the sofa, and some wrestling match that your father always liked was on TV. He was very engrossed in it.
"Get out of the way! I'm trying to watch!" Simon shouted at you, grabbing your wrist so you wouldn't block the television.