He woke up almost immediately, and went into the worst rage I've ever seen him in. He stood there facing the wall, breathing really heavily, and told me to go to bed without even turning around. I ran into my room, where I slept in my own bed, alone, for the first time in my whole life. The next morning was a school day for me, but not a work day for him. I went to school without us talking about it or anything else. He basically ignored me and I didn't push it.
When I came home from school I found out that he had rummaged through my room looking for my journal to, I assume, try and get inside of my head.
He found the Nifty story I had printed instead. When I came home it was sitting on our dining room table, and my Dad was sitting in the quiet living room (no TV or anything) in his chair, just staring at the ceiling.
