Left For Dead

JASON

"I'm calm, I'm calm," I say again and again while pacing my room.

My fingers clench into fists and unclench immediately, repeatedly as I give a sharp turn around the end of my bed.

Dad is back from the hospital and now is the chance to properly have a talk with him about this whole shitstorm he helped to create. And that's if he's willing to talk.

He'd better be willing because Henley is not going to be the only one that gets his attention.

"Mr Daniels?" The stand by nurse whom I asked to inform me when Dad wakes up from his drug induced nap raps softly on the slightly open door leading to my room.

"Yes?" I ask.

"He's awake sir," she says.

I dismiss her with a nod. Taking a deep breath, I rub my palms over my face repeatedly as I prepare myself for a conversation that will likely end with voices raised. Something I'm going to do my very best to prevent.

Only if Dad is willing.

"He doesn't have a choice actually," I say out loud.

Not after taking what belongs to me and g