Chapter 87

Chase’s POV

“I still do not see how your little story affects me.” I said.

He poured me a glass, which I drank up once.

“You lot have no more patience these days.” He mused, looking at me. “For how much you hate and resent me, you have a lot to learn from me.”

“Oh, I do not think I do.” I was breathing heavily, and baring my teeth at him.

“I did all these things,” He said, “just so you and your mom could have a better life.” He shouted, sticking his fingers in my face.

“I’m not tryna get fooled by you tonight, Dad.” I placed extra emphasis on the one word that wrongly summarized all he was to me.

“You came in here, and you are gonna have to listen to me.” He bellowed.

“No!” I screamed, getting up and matching his height, “you listen to me. I have swallowed, and swallowed and swallowed, and I can assure you that I’m in a choke hold. I’m fucking tired, thought you’d be too, apparently I was wrong. You’re about to kill my best frie