ALEXANDER

I dialed the number for the fifth time yet no response.

Bastard! I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Alex," I could hear Mom's distant voice. Dad was behind her as they walked over to me.

"Listen to me son, we can't solve it with Violence."

"Tell that, son of yours, If anything happens to Rubby if even a strand of her hair is hurt, I will kill him."

"Son, I..."

"I am not your son! Do not call me your fucking son!"

"I'm sorry," Mom cried and held me by my T-shirt, ...