Sam raised an eyebrow at his dad. The man was putting on that aggressive act again. "It doesn't matter. I'm home now, so just give it a rest. Go drink a few more beers." he said and turned to head up the stairs.<br/><br/>Sam hated it when his dad acted like that. That drunk bastard seemed to think he deserved more respect than he was actually worthy of receiving. Not to mention, he could see his mom at the top of the stairs. She looked very unhappy. Sam wished there was something he could do. He hated that she was stuck here with her jerk of a husband.