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I tried to push all of my memories, of my dad, and his devilish side from my mind but I failed horribly. I couldn't believe he was holing onto my jaws, right now, refusing to let go, and leaving scratch marks from his long, spindly nails. His voice sounded like claws, ripping down a blackboard. "Kyle, I always believed, that... You would turn out like me. Strong, intelligent and quick-witted, but I guess I was wrong." As he exhaled, he instantly turned his head away from me, obviously not wanting me to see his face. "And you turned out as a coward. A jerk. Being those things, don't make you important, or anything you think they make you. They make you a wimp" He spoke the last word, in agony, as if it was a word past on from Hell. I cowered back, as if his nasty words were whipping me. Then as sudden as he turned his head away from me, he turned back towards me, and his eyes were burning through my skin. I felt isolated in his glare. Then, I realized I saw what he didn't want me to see. Tears. Not tears of sympathy, or sadness, tears of anger. Pure anger.

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I tried to push all of my memories, of my dad, and his devilish side from my mind but I failed horribly. I couldn't believe he was holing onto my jaws, right now, refusing to let go, and leaving scratch marks from his long, spindly nails. His voice sounded like claws, ripping down a blackboard. "Kyle, I always believed, that... You would turn out like me. Strong, intelligent and quick-witted, but I guess I was wrong." As he exhaled, he instantly turned his head away from me, obviously not wanting me to see his face. "And you turned out as a coward. A jerk. Being those things, don't make you important, or anything you think they make you. They make you a wimp" He spoke the last word, in agony, as if it was a word past on from Hell. I cowered back, as if his nasty words were whipping me. Then as sudden as he turned his head away from me, he turned back towards me, and his eyes were burning through my skin. I felt isolated in his glare. Then, I realized I saw what he didn't want me to see. Tears. Not tears of sympathy, or sadness, tears of anger. Pure anger.