"Are you?!" It triggered Spencer, and his anger exploded. When has he ever been a father to me?! "You've only given me a name. Ask yourself, seriously, have you ever seen me as your son? Have you ever been a father? Where were you when I was alone? Where were you when I was sick? Where were you when I needed a father?"
Like a volcano erupting, all that had been buried in him for over twenty years gushed out completely. "You were in bed with your mistresses! You were having a great time! All these years, I've put up with you. I've had enough!"
When he was still a teenager, he loved his father as much as he hated him, and there was still a lot of hope. He hoped and waited for his father to come home to see him and his mother.
As time went by, his heart grew cold. Hope vanished. Love disappeared and was replaced by hate. He was utterly disappointed and had given up on him. He stopped hoping. He stopped waiting.
