Breyson's P.O.V
"Son...Son don't go there. Stop it. Please." Dad pleaded.
"Come-on let's go have lunch." He added.
"Dad, please don't stop me. All my life I've worked and sacrificed for LA SCOOPERS. Do I just sit back, hold my hands and watch everything slip away?" I insisted.
"Revenge has never been the best way out. Look son, do what you're supposed to do but do not over do it. You love Belinda, and she loves you too. This is my burden to carry, do not let this whole thing ruin your rythms. Both of you shouldn't." Dad insisted.
"But da__"
"No! Don't say a single word. Come-on how about you tell me about your dreams as we have lunch?" Dad changed the topic. He opened the door and moved out of the car.
"What's the point now?" I asked while getting out as well.
"Come-on." Dad said as he led me inside.
Dad placed for our orders, the usual ones. Years and years have gone by and he still remembers that.
