Tate pov "You are throwing away your future for those random kids," Tracy began."I said don't," I told her.My voice was low. I did not shout, and I did not need to. It was the voice that came from a place way past anger."Don't call my children names. Don't call them random, and don't call them nothing.""Don't what?" Tracy snapped, her face turning red. "Don't tell you the truth? Don't speak in my own room? Don't you ever say 'don't' to me, Tate. You do not get to come in here and command me."I stayed completely calm, watching her."I raised you," she went on, her voice getting louder. "I fed you, and I clothed you. I did everything for you, you idiot. You are my son, and you are supposed to be grateful to me for the life you have.""I am not going to be grateful," I said, my voice flat. "I won't use everything you have done for me as an excuse to let you bring down my kids."Tracy leaned forward, her eyes burning. "Are you so sure those children are yours?""I am one hundred per
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