Five More Minutes
I explained with a monotone voice.
I could've sworn I heard his nostrils flaring with anger.
"Come home. NOW," he shouted as he hung up.
I looked down at my screen, sighing.
My father, the leader of The Spades, wasn't the kindest man on Earth. I wouldn't really call him my father, though. To him, I am just his offspring—something he can use for his own benefit; nothing more, nothing less. Along with my objectification, he tends to be quite verbally abusive, violent, and impatient. But no matter what I think, he is still my father. I am still under him, and I still have to obey every single one of his orders.
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