"Are you going to just stand there or are you going to give your old man a hug?" He questions taking a swig from the bottle.
I can't even look him the eyes. "I think I'll just stand."
He nods, excepting the fact that I will not go anywhere near him. I haven't been able to since mum died.
"Why are you here father?" I look away as he struggles to place the bottle safely on the table. When he finally does so, he staggers, causing the glass to shatter onto the floor. I cringe at the noise but remain silent.
"Why else would I be here? I came to see my beautiful daughter." He hiccups and comes towards me with outstretched arms, before I can stop him from coming any further, Demetrius' large frame creates a huge boarder between us.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, Mr. Baros." I let ou
