Creative Writing: Mama's Gone Almost All Day

Mama’s been gone almost all day. She left to go to Grammy’s house, but she didn’t let me come with her. She said Grammy didn’t feel good and didn’t want to be around me. I really wished she’d let me come. I miss Grammy. Papa’s been shouting for a while today, but I can’t understand a lot of what he’s saying. He’s to scaring me. I want to ask if I can go to Victoria’s house, but the last time I got near him, he threw the phone at my head. He might be drunk. When I made lunch, I made him a bowl of soup. After I sat down in the kitchen, eating my lunch, he walked to the sink and poured it down. “Don’t make me food if you’re not able to make it taste decent,” he muttered, smacking me on the upside of my head, right where the phone had hit me. “You ruined a clean bowl and a perfectly fine can of soup your mother could’ve made ten times better than you ever could.”
“I c-c-can m-make you another, if y-y-you w-want—” Another hit. “Don’t you dare waste more food, you brat,” he growled. “You aren’t the one who has to pay for