"Killian, I raised you better than this! How could you throw that poor girl out fully knowing that she is-" Killian's mother paused mid-sentence as she sobbed?
Killian hung his head in both guilt and embarrassment as he clenched his fist. It seemed as if all his sacrifice was in vain. His mother was on the verge of bashing out his head on the ceramic counter.
He watched as the surface of his skin slowly turned red at his continuous movements.
It almost brought him back to his childhood. Keyword being almost, with his mother being both sad and angry, he couldn't allow himself to be distracted.
"She didn't want my hoodie mom. She left with her bra exposed and nothing but short shorts! She disrespected you!" exclaimed Killian, lifting his head to stare at the beautiful aged woman before him.
"What you tone, young man! I don't know what has gotten into you, but don't you dare go picking your father's ways!"
