Chapter 91

Fredericks POV

“Never!”

Dad turned immediately, shooting the first person who was unfortunate enough to be at the mercy of the pistol.

George….

“No!"

Rushing towards him, I yanked the gun from his hands and pointed it at him.

“Frederick, don’t shoot him; he can’t run anywhere now." George, who had just been shot in the arm, said he was bleeding on the floor and had now been carried away by the paramedics.

Then I stared back at this embarrassment of a father. He held a smug look on his face as she stared deadpan at me.

“You don’t have what it takes to pull the trigger; you think having balls like a man makes you any stronger; no, it doesn't; do your worst; you are just like me anyway."

"Never; I am nothing like you; I never will be." I yelled, forbidding whatever he said. I had fought too much to remove that thought from my mind. I didn’t waste money on so much therapy just so he could look me in the eye and call me a replica.

I was nothing like my father—nothing at all.

“Fight it all