We'll Show Them

JAMES

Father stumbled away from me but regained his balance fast. “You’re going to regret this, Son. You always do.” He nodded at Destiny. “Be smart. Take the money and run.”

“I don’t need you to manage my life. I am done. Destiny and I will manage.” I held out my hand to her. She was pale as milk, and at that moment I felt like crashing my fist into his face for shaking her up like that. She looked like she was about to faint. But she took my hand, and I pulled her in underneath my arm.

My father whom I thought loved me unconditionally, straightened his jacket and tie, brushed off his lapels like I had sullied them somehow, said to me, “We’ll talk again when everything falls to shit around you.” He had to have the last word in, like always.

I chose to ignore him. With one last disappointed look at me, he turned on his heel and left. Minutes later I heard his limo drive off. Good fucking riddance.

“Fuck! Can you believe it!” It’s not even mid-afternoon yet and I needed a drink after