To stalk him

THIRD PERSON'S POV

The room grew tighter and suffocating for Jamal. He felt the ground was twirling but in reality, it was his mind and his eyes. They were twirling off balance, pushing a disastrous wave of panic into his mind.

He cleaned his tears. More came down and he wiped them off with a low, throaty cuss. This was a confrontational moment. He shouldn't cry. It would make him come off as weak. Knowing his father well enough, he might mock him for it.

"Son…"

"What exactly are you doing with her?" Jamal asked, cutting off whatever he had to say. It was crazy for him to insist on knowing more. Knowing she was there to see his father was eating him up already.

It just might kill him to know that there was indeed some dirty shit between them. He shouldn't do this to himself. He shouldn't ruin his peace of mind this way. He shouldn't hurt himself like this.

But sadly, he had no choice. He had to know everything. He had to know what else his father had done aside from ruin