S3 Episode 9- toxic masculinity:

My fists we curled up beside me until I couldn't take it anymore. "I AM A MAN", I shouted over the kitchen table, my fists banged against the kitchen table causing my baby sister to start crying.

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE.", my father exchanged the EXACT look I was giving him, his fists also in the same position, "sit down. AND EAT!.", he slammed his fork on the table causing it to wobble slightly. I took my seat back down without saying another word while looking at my mum who was rocking Lilac gently, pleading her to stop crying but it was no use. She was crying as if someone had cut her leg off, i'd be exaggerating too much if I so, but it was THAT loud.

I snatched my phone before running upstairs. Each footsteps becoming heavier than the one before. I slammed my door before dropping to the floor, I hugged my trembling knees while leaning my head against the wall. A tiny droplet managed to escape my tightly shut eyes.

"I'll show them", I grumbled sniffing, "I'll show them all..".

"They'll see who I really am..."