A shiver ran down my spine. The way he said it, the look on his face told me he was really serious.
"You… can't do… that… my father… won't allow it…" I forced the words out of my mouth, still unable to believe my ears.
"Why not?" He said after speaking one word to someone on the landline telephone. "You are not stupid to think your father cares if you die. He's only acting protective because he thought that he could use you to regain whatever he has lost. What a moron."
This was him trying to make me hate my father even more. But hell. I have spent years hating him, and right now I didn't want to anymore, at least not at this point in our lives where we all could be homeless if care was not taken.
"Why are you doing this? What did my family ever do to you?" I demanded in a calm tone, even though I wanted to scream out in frustration.
"I don't think you're ready to know what your family is capable of."
