AS I STAND A METER away from my father with his raging anger existing still deep inside him, I could feel my hands slowly forming sweat in stress and my whole body feeling like slowly getting cold. Despite the aircon being fully on with its coldness spreading across the whole room, it felt like I could still sweat hard with just my father’s stare.
His words were vague. As much as I try to form words in my mind to find the perfect excuse for my whereabouts and to form the answer he wants to hear from me, I couldn’t, because I don’t exactly know what he is trying to say. However, I could only think of one… and that is the possibility of Darryl telling him about Don and I which he found out before he left.
But the most I analyze things, the more it just doesn’t make sense. The Darryl I know
