Okay. So last night. This is what happened. When I got home, I went into the living room because my dad was in there, and he was sleeping. So I THOUGHT I woke him up and told him I was home. So, I go in my room, and listen to music, and chat with some people. My cell phone rings at about 12:00AM. I answer. It's my dad. I go. "Hey. What do you want?" In a JOKING manner. But at the same time he had said "Where are you?" And then he gets all mad and he's like "WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO I WANT?!" And I was like "I was JUST joking with you. I came in the living room and told you I was home." And he's like "WAS I SLEEPING?! DON'T YELL AT ME DAMNIT!" And I wasn't even yelling! I was crying. My FREAKING gaRsh. Then he came in my room, opened the door, and said "DON'T YELL AT ME LITTLE GIRL!!" then slammed the effin door. I was so upset. I kept crying all night last night. I couldn't even fall asleep because I kept thinking about how big of a bastard he had been. I even said I wanted him to die. And I NEVER say that about my dad. I mean. I really don't want him to, but what he did was mean. And it was his own damn fault for making that mistake. He could AT LEAST have been a LITTLE sorry for making me fucking cry.