Albert Robinson sat still in his living room, stuffing his system with different brands of whiskey.
If it hadn't been for his wife he was considering taking hard drugs or anything that could numb his senses.
"Where did I go wrong?" Albert muttered between gritted teeth. He wished there was a way he could teleport himself over to the hospital where Luke was being held, prisoner.
All Albert could think of was wrapping his hand around Luke's neck and squishing the life out of his body. Maybe that was exactly what he needed to do to regain his pride.
"Why did I have to destroy Chloe and adopt that monster as a son? If I had known that the bastard will turn around and piss on my face, I would have left him where he was all these years."
Beep! Beep!!
Albert didn't bother to check the message that entered his phone. It had been beeping intermittently for the past two days since Luke's rape saga took over the internet.
