Twenty-nine.
Twenty-nine. Roy angrily threw his son onto the floor once they got back home, he was enraged for what he had witnessed. So as soon as he said goodbye to Elliot and Oddie, he grabbed Zach by the neck of his hoodie and brought him home immediately. “What the f**k do you think you’re doing, stupid boy?!” He asked glaring at the fighter still on his knees with his head low. “Look at me when I speak to you! Or what? You can yell at him like a f*****g beast but can’t face your father? Is that it?!” Zach shook his head biting his bottom lip, his hands forming fists on top of his lap. He wasn’t brave enough to face Roy as he knew he messed up and big time at that. “Answer me, Zachary!” “I’m sorry…” He mumbled still refusing to see him, Roy pulled him up harshly before packing a punch to h
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