JACK'S POV
It's funny how life always finds a way for us to face things we wouldn't want to. Things that we hide in a small little box and shove in some dark place that no one would ever dare to retrieve. I had tried so hard to avoid this, but I guess I can't run from fate for long, this is what I am meant to do, and there is no changing it. After my father finished explaining what happened to my mother, I was so angry that I almost lost control, something that I have worked so hard to always keep in check. Not even the deep breaths I always encourage myself to take could save me. I stormed out of the office as fast as I could and went for a run, something that would help me calm down. I am a little upset that he killed off each and every one of those fuckers who laid their dirty fingers
