He didn’t lash out at me as I expected to. He just stood there, wiping the spit off his face. Then, he walked towards me and kneeled by my side. A mocking smile plastered on his face.

He let out a sarcestic chuckle and shook his head at my stupidity. I knew that laugh, he was mocking me.

I shook my head slowly.

“No.” I said, but the word came out weaker than I wanted.

My father wasn’t like that. He wasn’t some man starting wars with mafia families. He was careful. Just a quiet ...