Chapter 111:

RYAN

“Just a quick reminder, that I'm your father,” My father responded.

“I say whether or not you leave the house!” He added.

Fresh terror stabbed at me, realizing all of what was about to happen was surely going to hold me back from gaining access to Sarah before she headed out.

“You can't keep doing this!” I groaned frustratingly as I slowly rolled my hand into a fist and then turned to face him.

“I can because I'm your father and it's my house,” My father yelled back, taking a closer step toward him.

“Your house?” I asked aggressively, staring back at him with a look of disgust.

“A house you barely even come home to?” I continued.

“A house you don't and never cared about from the very beginning?” I added glaring at him.

“Now explain to me, how your opinion in such premises matters, go on, I'm all ears,” I grimaced, with my hands crossed over my chest.

But then he smiled and then had his hands shoved into the side pockets of his pants, making the hot rage I felt having him near me