The suffocating panic tore through Zade's chest before he could even process the words on the screen.
"But how?! What exactly does he know?"
Zade pulled violently at his hair, his fingers twisting into the dark strands until his scalp burned with sharp, stinging pain.
Frustration and pure rage boiled over inside him. The horrifying realization settled heavy in the pit of his stomach: his father was never, ever going to leave him in peace. No matter how many miles Zade put between them, no matter how hard he tried to build a life of his own, the old man's shadow always stretched far enough to block out the sun.
By the end of these two weeks, he would definitely be forced to pack his bags, surrender, and move back.
But he didn't want to. God, he didn't want to.
This house, this hospital, this was where he finally felt like he was becoming his own person. This was where he wanted to be.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
