"Fucked up?"
His father asked, stepping forward as James took a knee, waiting for the dizziness to fade away. "You're mad, huh?" Mad that Daddy walked out? Mad that I wasn't there to wipe your little ass?" His cracked lips curled. "Please. I was young. I wanted to live my fucking life."
He stepped closer to him.
"You and Rafael…you think I wanted either of you?" He let out a laugh. "You were just a bad fucking night. A mistake. An accident."
James remained on one knee as the dizziness faded, replaced by burning rage.
"I was stuck with your mother, thinking maybe, just maybe, I could tolerate it. But then you two came along and that was it. My fucking life was over."
"Do you know what it's like?" He went on. "Looking at your own kids and feeling nothing? No love. No pride. Just regret. Every damn day, I woke up and saw you and Rafael, and all I could think was, 'Fuck. I ruined my life for this?'"
Even the bodyguard who grabbed James was getting mad.
