CHESTER
"You're still the same, Father. Not a slight change in you." I scoff, straightening my stance to meet his glare. "How long has it been since we both stood this close and had a chat?"
He stays f*****g silent and I continue. "Father, you and I live in the same house. But I barely get to see you. Because you won't let me. But here you are, rushing into my room because I messed things up. Do I always have to mess things up just to get your attention, Father?"
"Do not pin this on me, Chester." He warns glacially, pointing a finger at me. "If you didn't grow up to be such a huge mess, then I wouldn't be ashamed to look at you. Or spend time with you."
My heart burns at his words. And briefly, I shut my eyes, taking deep breaths to ease the hurt. Typical Father. He says just the worst
