“You think you can talk to me like that?” he hissed, wiping the blood from his face. “You need to settle the fuck down, boy.” “You’re calling me ‘boy’?” I threw my head back and laughed humorlessly. “Me? The one who’s been raising your fucking kids for most of my life.” I gestured to the four children hiding behind me. “The one who’s been cleaning up both of your messes. Taking care of both of your responsibilities, picking up the slack for two worthless, piece-of-shit parents.” These were the very people who decided that I wouldn’t make a good father. Fucking hypocrites. “I might be only
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