Earl then looked at me as he stroked his beard. His eyes, although aged, had a powerful presence in them. After a moment of silence, he asked in a fatherly tone.
"Are you in some kind of trouble, John? You have always been a good boy. Ten grand is twice as much as this place makes in a day, so that's fine. But until you tell me why, I cannot agree. Do you need help?"
My family was awful. But kind people around me kept me from becoming a complete asshole. Earl had been the closest thing I had to a father figure.
While my old man would drink himself to death, he would work two to three jobs just to save up. All so his children could go to a good college.
"I am sorry, Mr. Simmons. I appreciate your concern, but this is my problem," I said sternly.
With how dangerous IRIS and Trinity were, I couldn't drag Earl into the world of reapers. Yet my 6'5" father figure approached me and placed his large hand on my shoulder.
