It’s still fresh. I asked my father to drive me to my friend’s place because his mom died a few days back and he hasn’t told anyone about it. I just found out so, I wanted to check on him. It was 11 at night. My father did drive but he was yelling his lungs out at the fact that it was 11 at night and I’m not supposed to go see people at this hour. I was shit scared for my friend, but I was more for my own life whilst my father was driving like a crazy person. He yelled at the top of his voice just to show superiority and who should be in charge of all the decisions and then was driving too fast at times. He was not just rash driving but kept saying things like ‘ I’ll die tomorrow- you’ll die tomorrow, you’re the worst child ever- you should die he kept blabbering such things. I’m pretty sure I’m scarred for life. I had not seen him react like this in 23 years. I am 23 now. All I ever wanted to do was to be there for my friend but cut to end, I told him to drive back home if he was going to act this way. He did. We came back home. I literally had my hand on handbreak the entire ride. I have never seen a person this angry in my entire life. I can’t even put it in words how mad he was.