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"To take what I believe belongs to me." Mr Morbian replied.

"What you believe belongs to you?!" Alex boomed, unable to believe his ears.

"I believe you heard me correctly."

"What the heck dad!!" Alex yelled,"suddenly appeared in my house with half baked girls?? Sorry but I am not interested. I have someone I like so you will wait till I win her love over."

"Incase you didn't notice." Mr Morbian smirked, nodding to the girls, "I didn't ask for your opinion."

Alex glared at his father with so much hatred as the girls closed in on him, giggling.

Alex jumped reaching for the drawer near his TV. He opened it swiftly bringing out a gun and pointing at himself.

If he didn't know his father well, he would have pointed the gun at him instead, but knowing his father, that wouldn't faze him.

"I've had enough of you controlling my life!" Alex yelled.

The smile wiped off from Mr Morbian face as he stood, eyes focused on his son, "you wouldn't dare!"

Alex laughed maniacally, "Try me Mr Mo
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