I chose sad for the "mood" thing, cause that's the only thing I can really describe it as right now.... My dad hit my mom on Sunday. She hit her head on the wall and had to go to the hospital. Me and my brother were coming home from my dad's after staying over the weekend. We went up to the door with all our bags and stuff, mom opened. She said to him that we needed to be home by six. For some reason he started being a royal ass about it, saying "he knew how to tell time" and "I don't need you telling me what to do" and other stuff like that. I gave him a hug and went off into my room and shut my door. Miles, being the nosy little shit that he is, stayed to watch. I heard my mom say "Fuck you!" and then the door shutting. Scratch that, slamming. Then my dad yelled "FUCK YOU!" then I heard this loud booming. It was silent after that. Then my mom came in. She was crying. I heard her dial three numbers. And in a few minutes the cops showed up. I went through the routine "are you okay"'s and "just checkin on you"'s that cops normally bring with them. Then my mom's friend came into my room. He asked me "So who do you wanna be with?" Right there, I wanted to shove a pen into his throat and watch him bleed. It's barely been fifteen minutes and he's asking me who I want to stay woth. My dad isn't a bad guy, he just got out of control. He's never shown or done anything like this before. I'll tell more about it but right now I've gotta catch the bus.