Ruby
My heart stops when Richard drops the bombshell on the table.
"My dad was a dìck." He says. "A disgusting drunk dìck. Liquor was the love of his life. He gave up everything for liquor. His job. His house. His family. Even his kids."
He sips the water and clears his throat.
"I didn't hate him because he was an alcoholic." He continues. "I hated him because he was an angry alcoholic. A violent alcoholic. I learnt how to use a gun when I was eight because he forced me. That was his strange way of bonding with his sons and making them 'strong'. Driving them to shooting ranges and forcing them to use guns. His greatest fear was probably raising weak men who didn't know how to use a fùcking gun."
A bitter laugh escapes his throat.
"One night, he comes home drunk as fùck. He's mad that
