A/N: Skimpy prologues! Fuck yeah! You might—you'll need to read the Ghost comic to understand this. Oh and thanks to my beta Jessethehusky. ^^
My soundtrack for this chapter: Gimme Sympathy - Metric
My father was laid back and at times, abusive. Instead of giving you "the talk", he'd show you a porno (which was exactly what he did to us). But he was our father nonetheless. He did fatherly things, such as taking us out on hunting trips. Our father being our father broke a couple of laws on our hunting trips such as trespassing on land, public indecency…etc. Of course, he'd do that when he wasn't hanging out in night clubs but he'd take me or Tommy with him on certain nights. For a while, I hated him more than everything else in the universe. I hated him for doing us to our family. For turning Tommy into a junkie, for causing mum grief. Most of all, I hated him for all the influence he had on me.
Every once in a while you meet a man who's evil. I mean pure evil. Real evil. Evil you can feel in your bones. It was a feeling that made me think that, not an action.
The last time I saw that bastard of a father, he gave me the answers I needed. It was no laughing matter (no pun intended).
He always said he wanted to go out with a bang. He most certainly did.
Strangely, I haven't seen him here yet.