Zack POV
I lunged at my so-called real father with hatred and anger. He has no right to refer to himself as a man. A guy could never pierce a woman's skin. Not only did he lie to my mother, but he also nearly killed her.
I slammed my fists into his face repeatedly, and he winced and yelled in pain.
I grabbed his shirt and slammed him against the wall, causing the files and table to fall to the ground.
I cried at him, "You are not a man, you are a maniac!" On my words, his eyes flickered with hurt emotion, but I disregarded it. "You are my kid, don't forget that," he grumbled.
"I am not your son," I said, twisted my lips in disgust, "you are a murderer, r****t, and lunatic, which I could never be."
"You'd be like me," he chuckled and spat angrily on the floor.
Hearing his statements
