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James Jackson was at the scene of the shooting and even though the police were able to rush the scene and detain everyone to get to the root of the matter, they didn't dare to touch James.

He got into his car and drove straight to his father's house, fuming with so much bottled up anger.

When he gets to the house, he parks the car in a rough manner and almost destroys the plants that are kept by the driveway side for beautification.

He gets into the house and the first thing that he does is to kick down one of the small tables that hold figurines from the country of china.

It crashes so loudly and even though it's so late at night, it wakes everyone up.

As he goes about destroying anything his hands get laid on, the servants appear and hide behind the doorway.

They are scared of him, they know that if they get any closer, he is going to hurt them too.

“James, what do you think you are doing?” His father descends from the stairs, he is wearing a robe.

“I'm so sick of all these