Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am in my room with the light on and I hear my dad say to my mom as they come
up the steps, "Why is Wesley's on?". My mom replies. "Because he's in there". Suddenly,
my dad flips shit, saying that I shouldn't be here. Apparently he had kicked me out of
the house for some reason. He comes over to my door and stands there menacingly.
He says something about having told me not to come back and becomes aggressive. I
begin to fear for my life and grab my hunting knife and flick it open. The dream ends
with my dad and I staring each other in the face.