15.

Xavier's P.O.V.

My hands start to tremble as I stand in front of my father.

"Who was that, son?"

Did he see him?

"Come inside, come on." He acts nice around the neighbours, but once I step inside, it's a different person.

He slowly closes the door, turns around and smiles at me. It reminds me of a predator, smiling at its helpless prey. 

My breathing becomes faster.

"Who the fuck was that?!" He threw the lamp next to him off the table, making it smash into a million pieces.

I can't speak.

I'm frozen.

"Whose jacket is that?!" He towers over me and shoves my left shoulder, I stumble away from him.

"Because I know it isn't yours!" He rapidly charged towards me, ripping the jacket