Chapter 23: Meet Your Captain (Part Two)
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trials serve to drive my faith deeper. "I hope that's the last time we see that guy." (Young Scott Summer's v.)
Nate was crying out in pain. His back had slammed hard off the marble counter. Nate was hunched over, holding his back and Dan was still livid.
"You think you're a man now, son? Come on!" Dan yelled, beckoning his son, looking like a bull ready to charge.
Nate looked at Dan and laughed.
"You have to beat on me to be a big man. You've been doing it ever since I was twelve."
"Shut up," Dan warned.
"Why? Is it because it's not the perfect thing to do? You'll kill me one day, and you'll be doing me a favor. I'll be free. Luke doesn't know how lucky he is not to have
you in his life." Nate said, eying the kitchen knives.
"Go ahead," Dan taunted.
Nate didn't, but he head-butted Dan in the stomach, and Dan went over his resting chair. Nate towered over Dan, and shook his head. He wanted to punch him over
and over again. However, he feared one thing more than that, he feared becoming Dan.
"Give in son. You're just like me."
"NO!" Nate yelled, and he would have started stomping his own dad, but he felt his mom's gentle hands pull him away and guide him to his room.
"You'll never beat me!" Dan yelled after him.