Augustus could not pull the memory of that day out of his mind. It was imprinted on his heart and soul like a seal made up of molten metal poured in the crevices of his wounded heart.
He chugged down another glass of wine down his throat. The inner muscle wall of his throat burned as his acidic bile threatened to erupt. He suppressed it down as it touched his food pipe. Its bittery acidic aftertaste was worse than he thought.
His heart flattened under the enormous pressure of those haunting memories of his past.
*** Augustus stood silently shaking in anger after hearing how disappointed his father was in him and how he wished that he never existed in his life. All those years that he had spent pleasing his father felt wasted.
"So you mean I do not have any right over what belongs to you as your son?" Augustus finally asked, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
"You still have a doubt in your mind?" His father retorted arrogantly.
