The Real Father

"I'm not saying anything," Jackson spat with a sick smile on his face.

Mathias punched his already bleeding nose, a surge of rage consuming him. "Speak!" he yelled at him, his voice filled with frustration and desperation, but Jackson just kept on laughing like a lunatic, his laughter echoing through the room.

Mathias raised his hand up, forming a fist, his knuckles white with anger and determination.

"What's going on here?" A faint voice from behind them stopped Mathias from landing another blow on Jackson.

It was Clara, her voice trembling with confusion and disbelief as she took in the horrifying scene before her. Mathias was on top of her father, the sight of blood covering his body, particularly his face, sending shockwaves of fear and concern through her.

Clara wasn't strong enough to walk properly; she was resting her hands on the wall for support, her body weak and unsteady. Every step felt like an agonizing struggle, threatening to bring her crashing to the floor.

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