Like father, like son (Creepypasta)

I could hear my stepmum and my dad arguing down stairs, well, my step mum yelling . For once I actually thought that dad would do something, but as normal, he stayed silent as my stepmum's screams got louder and louder. I eventually realised she was coming to my room. I was sitting in the corner staring at my teddy bear, when she burst through my bedroom door holding a coffee mug, then my dad walked into the room silent with hot coffee burning his skin, but he was used to it, this isn't the first time its happened to him. My step mum charged at me with the mug...(what do you do)