James' POV

　　"How dare you, James!" My father exclaimed.

　　He hit his hands on the table making a loud explosion sound as he did.

　　He stood up and stared at me, his eyes filled with rage. I could just feel that he wasn't entertained by the whole idea of me defying him.

　　"Is there some bolt in your head that needs screwing huh!" He yelled again.

　　"Sit my dear let's talk this out," said my mother as she tried to calm the situation ...