They had said he was dead. You had wanted him to be dead.
"Luae Feng." You stared at the man who said your name.
"No, it's Lu Feng now. I gave up that name a long time ago." You stared at the man that had said your old name. It really was him. Back from the dead. Alive and breathing, but not for too much longer.
You moved foward and grabbed his collar.
"It's lovely to see you again, Father." You pushed him to the ground and raised your fist and felt it plunge into his face.
"W-why are you doing this?"
"Why?! Why?! YOU SOLD ME! YOU ARE THE REASON I AM LIKE THIS! IT'S YOUR FAULT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DID TO ME?!"
"W-what did t-they do to my p-precious flower?"
"PRECIOUS FLOWER MY ASS!" You pulled out your katana and held it to his throat.
"They mad me an assassin." Were the last words your father heard before he died.
You stood up and walked back to your car dusting off your hands. When you arrived you saw a note in the door.
*Anger can make you do many things. Including Murder, or selling your child because it wasn't truthfully theirs. Your mother is alive. Your real mother. She was the mysterious lady that would leave gifts and goodies as well as notes on your bed. If you want to know more, leave me a letter. Put it under the tree you once had a swing on.*
You fell to the ground as you read the letter. Your real mother. You had to find her.