Can you read my story? ?

i'm not writer far?

suggestion make better if not good? grammars suck there might lot of mistake. sorry.






“what hell this?”
“ugh...” couldn't answer. afraid predict happen next. raging eyes , smell of alcoholic breath me.
“goddammit! why not answering?” man shove report card face. understand why did this. report card fill cs, ds, , fs. except art got solid a. art favorite subject. express feelings through drawing.
i stood there in silent, statue man kept shoving report card face. felt strong slap on side of face, causing me lose balance , fell backward hard wooden floor.
“heh, son of *****,” said , crumble report card , threw @ face.
“i stayed on floor, watching man sit on old, smelly, non white couch, turning on tv remote.
“what doing? hell out of here!” shouted , threw cap of beer bottle @ me.
i pick crumble report card, got up, , ran upstairs quietly. went bedroom , shut door lock. when got vanity, noticed crying tears coming down face.
“oh, mother. why did have leave?” said myself picking picture of mother off of desk , holding close chest.
i sat @ corner of bed mother's picture myself, thinking memory had her. mother 1 there me. supported me on schoolworks , encouraged me in sports played such cheer leading, volleyball, track, field hockey, , swimming. ever since past away, quit on these sports. wasn't able keep them unless mother here. regret doing because have come home school everyday , deal father, no, man.
this man person never acted father since born. ever work, eat, , sleep. when mom passed away 4 months ago, on day of birthday , december 14, in horrible car accident, started going crazy drinking 24/7. hate when becomes drunk because turns don't recognize anymore.
sometimes blame myself cause of death because told me new cake. didn't first cake bought me, chocolate cake boston carmel inside, went out me original vanilla cake. on way store, stupid drunk cab driver slammed right side of mom's car before knew coming. moment part of life.
i got corner of bed , went on desk, placing picture of mom gently down, next piglet toy. uncrumbled report card.
“wow, did worst expected,” said myself scan paper.

i'm not writer far? suggestion make better if not good? grammars suck there might lot of mistake. sorry. “what hell this?” “ugh...” couldn't answer. afraid predict happen next. raging eyes , smell...

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