“Why you didn’t tell me the part some fu**ing bastard has put something to my son’s drink?” Chris's dad yelled, looking deeply into me…
I was frightened by his voice. I didn't know how to reply. However, before I say anything, Chris spoke.
"You have no right to blame her!" his voice was firm.
Chris's dad looked taken back by Chris's reply.
"Chris, what I meant was...." his dad was trying to say, but Chris stopped him.
"I don't want to listen to anything from you. I am sure Emma didn't tell you that because it is not her duty to tell you that. You are my dad. You are supposed to know these before her. " Chris's voice was filled with so much anger!
"If she didn't feel I was in danger and put all the effort to come here and look for me, I would be dead, and nobody even notices!" he then
