Knowing who he is

“Anna….”

“Enough James, please. Just because he is not your blood doesn’t mean he is not mine nor does that give you the right to call my son a danger. If it wasn’t because of you I would have never been raped that night!”. My mother yelled, tears flowing in her eyes.

S-she was raped???. I thought to myself, walking around them, as they continued arguing.

I was a product of rape? As I stood there, feeling lost and confused, I couldn't help but wonder about the man who had caused all of this. Who was he? Did he ever face justice for what he did to my mother? And most importantly, did he know about me?.

Even if he’s my father, I will murder him with my own fucking hands.

“Anna, listen….”. My father tries to reason with her

“No!”. My mother yelled back, not giving him a chance to talk..

“Anna!”.

“I am not doing as you say, I am not, he is my son!”. She kept yelling.

What does he want her to do?.

“Don’t you dare try to calm me down! You have no right to tell me what to do with our son!”