~Jayden~
My father?! What the hell?! I stare at the man in front of me and just look at him. The familiarity that I felt when he first appeared is making sense to me now. He has the same green eyes that I see in the mirror each day. His black hair is evident even though it’s mixed in with gray. He has a similar jawline as I do. I would have a lot of trouble believing that he was my father if my parents hadn’t already told me that I had a father out there somewhere. I just don’t know what the hell he wants from me. “Your mother wasn’t good for much, but she did produce a good looking kid.” I growl at that. How dare this man talk about my mother in that way. He just chuckles and says nothing.
We are having a serious staring contest. Neither of us has moved in a while, nor have we spoken a
