Ray
(Scoffs) I glared at him. Wishing he just disappear. Respect my foot. How dare he demand my respect after going through hell at his hands?
"Bella, stay here. I will go make breakfast." She nodded and turn back to the desk. Resuming her drawing. I walked out, ignoring the annoyed look on his face.
"So how is your music career going?" He walked into the kitchen shortly.
I kept mute. Deciding to make the casserole dish I ought to have made last night. I move over to the sink to wash the carrots.
"I ask you a question as your father and I demand a response from you!"
I spun to him. "Father?" I huffed. "Listen you will never be a father- our father. What kind of father does this to his kids?"
"You live under my roof and you have to obey my rules. Putting a roof over your head is more than enough. Why are you guys such an ingrate?"
