His Children

Chase Axford felt the children fight to free themselves from his grip. His eyes opened, and he looked down at their heads, it was only then he realized he would crush their bones if he didn't let them be.

He allowed them wriggle free, and Calista, his daughter, staggered backwards. Her gaze rested on his and Chase saw the fear in her eyes.

She didn't know him, she didn't want him to hug her.

Her brother grabbed his sister's hand and planted himself in front of her. He glared at Chase, sending him a warning; don't touch her, or us, or I'll scream.

Chase could see it in his eyes.

He was their father, but they didn't know him. They were…scared of him.

Calista turned to look at Richard. She narrowed her eyes on the elderly man, before pointing at Chase.

"Sir, why does this man look a lot like my brother?"

Richard could not deny he was puzzled by the question. Even as little as she was, she was able to note the striking resemblance between them.

He swallowed hard and looked up at