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His face is covered with confusion as he stares at me. “I couldn’t give two flying fucks about this old man. I would have killed him years ago, if I had the chance.” I say, letting him know my true feelings.

A loud infuriated roar echoes from him.

“You didn’t do your research as well as you thought, Jack. I was actually silently cheering you on while you were on your little mission to take him down. Who did you think was leaving you all the little breadcrumbs over the years?” I say raising one of my eyebrows at him.

My words confuse him more and I can see how everything is ticking over in his head. Defeated, he lowers the knife and rounds his shoulders, but his grip on the old man must have slipped, because he manages to get free of Jack and grab the knife.

Maliciously, he holds the knife against Jack’s neck.

Turning his glare back at me, “I will deal with you after.”

As he turns back to Jack he spits in his face. “You have always been an ungrateful little cunt, nothing was ever good enough for you, was it?”

He hits Jack hard, then strike after strike he beats the fuck out of Jack. I didn’t think the old man had it in him to be honest, shit! Jack is on his knees, blood running down from his nose, and his black eyes are already forming. Yet, there’s a sinister grin plastered on Jack’s face.

Contemplating whether to get between them or not, I back down because, why should I? Let them both kill each for all I care. I will just sit back and watch the show. “What is all this for, Jack? Huh?” My father asks, shrugging his shoulders, “What do you want?”

Jack hums and haws for a moment, “Payback,” he shouts, almost theatrical, getting up from his knees and my father laughs.

“Payback? For what? Don’t make me laugh, you're a pathetic piece of shit, always have been. What is the worst that you can do?”

“I will end you,” Jack screams out, “You were the reason my mother killed herself. You were the reason I lost my sister; it was all because of you.”

Sister? Now I'm intrigued, I stand up a bit straighter, waiting to hear what else either of them has to say.

“Because of me?” My father repeats in a whisper, as if he was asking himself the question.

Forcefully, he gets right up into Jack’s face so that they are nose to nose, “I don’t think so. It’s because of me, your mother lasted as long as she did. She was a scumbag druggie, only good for one thing. Everything that happened to her she did to herself.”

“YOU ARE LYING!” Jack interrupts, nervously gripping at his hair, stepping back a few steps.

“I kept your mom clean for years, gave her a home, gave her a job, the lot. But she threw it back in my face, opening her legs for anything that walks.” My father shouts back at him.

“No, no, no…She was drinking and taking drugs again because she found out you had another family,” Jack replies, shaking his head.

Amused, my father starts laughing again, “Another family? Your mother always knew about Don and his mother. The same as Don's mother knew about yours, it was never a secret. Your mother’s demise was due to her own selfish acts.”

All of this is news to me, my mother never mentioned anything to me, but then again, I was only a child.

Jack’s hands tremble as he mutters to himself,

“My sister! You took my sister and left me.” He yells, glaring right at my father. “You took her away from me,” he sobs.

“Too fucking right I did, once I had DNA confirm she was mine, do you think I was leaving her there? No fucking way! You stupid boy! Your mother refused to be treated; she wouldn't feed you most days.” My father yells back at Jack, but you can tell Jack has started to grate on my father, as he grinds his jaw as he speaks.

Jack freezes, “What?” He whispers with a sob.

“Get it into your thick head, your mother loved to drink and do drugs more than she loved you! You were never going to be good enough for her, she would have sold you off to the highest bidder for her next fix.”

Jack stays motionless, his eyes fixed with a dark glaze as he stares at nothing in particular.

Cautiously, I gaze in my father’s direction, “Was that baby Ivy?” I ask.

Confused, he glares like he forgot I was even here, slowly huffing out, “Yes!”

Ivy?Whothefuckis Ivy? And what’s with all the bullshit that this dickhead is spewing? My mother loved us, she wouldn’t have starved us. He’s just trying to cover his own back. He’s trying to get in my head. “YOU’RE LYING!” I scream out again.

With hatred clouding my vision, I lock my gaze on Grey. “You were her father, and you took her, and killed her. You are nothing but a piece of shit and a murderer.”

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