My friends and I have problems

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"SHIT!" I yelled. Jon laughed with his evil laughter at me. "Hahahaha! I win again" he yelled. We were at his house playing GTA. It was Tyler, Jon, Craig and I.
"Yo, isn't Marcel coming?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah and what about Bryce?" Craig asked.
"I don't know guys" Jon said annoyed. My phone buzzed. "Who's that?"
"My aunt" I said opening it. My aunt lives a couple blocks away from here. I normally visit her a lot because my mom is always busy and well I don't have a dad. He comes around sometimes begging for forgiveness and that he wants me back in his life and how he wants to be back in mine, but i know he's just a drunk who will sell my prized possessions for money to get drugs and alcohol.
A- hey I'm making dinner soon if you want to come over
E- alright thanks
"What was it about?" Jon asked focused on the game. "My aunt wants me to go over for dinner. I'll go in an hour or two" I said sitting on the bed with Craig and Tyler. I noticed Craig had a brace on his arm. "What's that from?" I asked him. "I fell down the stairs" he answered quickly. I saw Tyler roll his eyes as he played the game. "Oh, are you okay?"
"Peachy" he said what seemed like sarcasm.
"Jon! dinner! Time for your friends to go home!" His mother yelled from downstairs. I stood up with the boys and we walked downstairs. We all walked out of the door and to our houses. Tyler ran to his which was next to mine, Craig's was across the street. I tied my shoe and walked up my porch steps. There I saw a drunk man, specifically my father. "What do you want Joe" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.
I never called him dad because it would just draw attention that I'm related to him.
"Wow... loOk how big you're getting" he said looking at me up and down.
"Get off my porch Joe you don't belong here"
"Of course I belong here I'm your fucking dad"
"Joe get out of here no one wants you here"
"How's your mother?" He asked. He dropped his beer on the white wooden porch.
"Awe man are you fucking kidding me!?" I yelled shoving him. "Hey what the hell!" He yelled standing up. "Let's not forget who made you" he said angrily as he got so close to my face I could smell the alcohol from his breath. I opened my door and went inside, locking it too.  I sighed and went upstairs and grabbed my school bag. I climbed out onto my roof and sat there. I watched the street until he drunkenly walked away from my home. I went back in and left. I walked down the street to my aunts.

Craig's POV
Focused. I focused on the TV trying to distract myself from the numb feeling of my heart shattered. My father was laid off from his job four months ago. He's tried to get a decent job but all he could get was picking up trash on the street. Needles. Needles surrounded me. My father tried but not hard enough. He says he's trying and he thinks he really is, but he ain't.
I love my father, he scares me sometimes. Not a lot only once a week when he yells at mum.
"Grab me my fucking beer Craig"
He thinks I don't know what he's doing cause I'm a kid and I don't know any better. He injects himself "privately" in his room. I know what he does because all the evidence is around the house. I stood up and grabbed his beer handing it to him. He grabbed it grabbing my wrist as well. I tugged it but he wouldn't release. "P-please" I begged. He gripped harder as he stared at the beer. "Let go!" I yelled snatching my arm away from him. He smacked me on the head. "Shut the hell up, mothers sleepin' " he said. I sat back in front of the TV as a single tear strolled down my face.