"So, you came." The boy said, laying on the bed in the cell, breathing heavily with his eyes looking slightly dazed. "I thought you would never come."
Issac did not say a word as he stared at the boy in front of him, confusion written all over his face.
"Ha! I am guessing you did the DNA test. How does it feel, knowing that the son you deserted killed one of your closest friends?" He asked, laughing like a crazy person. "Does it feel horrible? Do you just hate it? Do you feel disgusted? Do you want to kill me?!?"
Issac merely looked at the boy, brows furrowing as his lips formed into a tight line. Though he was staring at the boy in front of him, all Issac could see is the resentment, bitterness and pure jealousy coming from him.
These raw feelings … they are the same ones that I had towards my father, the man that did whatever he wanted to our bodies and might have taken my sperm from me without my knowledge to create this child.
