It's late. Let's go home

It was after midnight when Matt dug up his key and opened the door to his apartment.

The stinks of **** and tobacco hit his nostrils, letting him know that his dad was home. Which was shit. But maybe he could sneak past--

"So, you're finally home."

"Hi dad."

If his sister was a younger, hotter version of their mom, his dad was what he hoped he wouldn't become if he survived. Yeah, women seemed to find his dad attractive but he was a jerk with just the beginnings of a gut. And right now, he was hanging around, a tumbler of cheap scotch in one hand and his cigarette in the other. "So, you decided to come home, did you?"

"I had a date."

"I had a date." His dad mimicked his voice, adding a squeak Matt was pretty sure he didn't have himself.

"I have school tomorrow. If you don't mind, I'll just go to sleep."

"Mind? Why should I mind? We moved into this house because you failed. We're paying more than we can afford in rent for this dump because you failed. And now you're staying out all night when you should be home helping your sister study because you just can't wait to get your dick wet. Why should I mind that?"

Why indeed. His dad didn't seem to mind staying out all night getting his own dick wet. Matt didn't think it was wise to go that way, though.

"I'll do better."

"I'm sick of this family. I think it's time for me to move on and you, you ungrateful snot, are the worst of the lot."

"Sorry, dad. I am grateful. I know you're making sacrifices to help Karen and me prepare for our futures. I already said this won't happen again."

His dad waved his hand. "Promises. You know what they can buy you. Nothing." Then he stood, threw his cigarette on the floor and stomped on it, chug-a-lugged the last of his scotch, and walked out the front door. "I'm out of here."