Harry’s POV
“Harry my boy it’ been a while. How are you?” He stumbles a bit trying to push his way past me but I stop him.
“You are not welcome here.” I push him back.
“Oh don’t be silly Harry this is just as much my house as it is yours. Let your old man in.” his eyes are blood shot and slightly dilated.
“This was never you f*****g home. So leave before I call the cops.” I step forward not quite yet in face but pretty damn close. Who gives him the f*****g nerve to show up after two years since my mother’s death? This man is nothing but a worthless piece of s**t. He left that day, that day my mother passed away. He left her there without a goodbye. Without their last I love you’s . I was there to pick up the damn pieces while he was out doing god knows what.
“Don’t you dare speak to
