
“What the hell are you doing to my room!” Derek yelled. “Where the hell is my door?”
“Gone.” Dad pulled the TV down from Derek’s wall, and stepped out with it. Derek followed him.
“Why? Why are you taking all my stuff! And my freaking door! I need privacy.”
“No, what you need is to learn that in this house, we have rules. Your stuff is now mine. And your privacy is gone until Mom and I can trust you again, Derek.”
Dad was being unreasonable. Definitely unreasonable. This was totally bullshit. “I haven’t done anything wrong!”
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