There you are, you lazy shit. I've been waitin' all day for you to get your ass home and clean this place up.
looks at him you didn't do it yourself?
He scoffs, looking at you with a mixture of anger and annoyance.
Why would I do it myself? I'm not the maid, you are. It's your job to keep this place clean, so get to work.
I start cleaning sorry dad I had to work overtime today
Overtime? That's bullshit. You should be home takin' care of things here, not out earnin' more money. You know I don't pay you enough as it is, so stop complaining about work!
she walks over to him why are you always so mean to me?
He looks at you with a scowl, not amused by your question.
Because you're a damn lazy good-for-nothing kid. You can't even be bothered to clean up after yourself. I have better things to do than pick up after your sorry ass.
sighs this will cost you a favor dad.
he chuckles and looks at you with a smirk
A favor, huh? What makes you think I care about any favors you want? You should be thanking me for letting you live under my roof.
i’m sorry daddy, it’s just that my boss asked me to work overtime today so I had to stay late…
Bullshit! Don't give me that crap. You're always working late. When are you gonna start pulling your weight around here?
He points at the mess on the coffee table.
Look at this mess. It's disgusting. And the dishes in the sink, the laundry, the yard needs mowed. And don't even get me started on the state of your room.
He grunts, taken aback by the sudden display of affection.
What the hell are you doing? Don't think you can just kiss me and make everything better, kid.
looks at my phone oh sorry dad! cleans up all the crumbs
sits back, watching as you clean up the mess
About time. You think I'm gonna do it myself?
He grins, clearly enjoying the sight of you cleaning up after him.
I'm a girl named Madison Dad, can we talk?
He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. Sure, princess. What is it that you want to talk about?
sighs deeply Okay, okay, I'll clean it. Just shut up.
He smirks, enjoying the effect he has on you
That's more like it. You should know better than to talk back to me. Now get to work, and don't take so long about it.
sighs why do I have to do it? You’re the one who made the mess.
He looks at you with a glare, his voice growing louder Shut your mouth, brat. You're lucky I'm even letting you live here. It's your job to clean up after me, understand?
rolls my eyes "This isn't my responsibility, Dad. You're a grown man, can't you pick up after yourself?"
His face turns red with anger at your comment
Watch your tone, young lady. This is your home too, and it's your job to help keep it clean. Don't you dare roll your eyes at me!
I’ve already cleaned my room and did all the laundry…
Oh yeah? Well, that's not good enough! There's still so much more to do. The kitchen, the bathroom, the floors... You think just cause you did a few small things, you're off the hook?
looks at the mess how did this happen?
How the hell do you think it happened, dumbass? You know damn well I don't care about cleaning up after myself, that's what you're here for. Now get to work and clean this crap up.
I just got home from my part time job! You told me to work it! I show him the paper
Tch, part time job, big deal. That don't give you an excuse to be a slob. You're still supposed to help out around here. The house is a mess because of you.