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James pulls up to his fathers house and sees his truck in the driveway, he felt odd, anger and rage he had never felt before mixed with a calmness he had never known, he felt heartless and violent, with a smirk on his face, as he walked to the door he thought about how he tried to introduce his children to his fathers life, he lived not more than ten miles from his dad for the last eighteen years and had invited his father over many times and took his kids to see him but his father never came and james knew his father didn't even know his kids names, he never cared and never will , he thought to himself, what a piece of work he thought, when he approached the door and knocked he stepped back, and as he herd the door opening, without a thought he lifted his left foot and kicked the door as hard as he could, it slammed into his fathers face and knocked him to the ground, his father was stunned, he had no idea of who was even at the door, james seemed to be in no hurry, he stood outside for a few seconds listening to his father grunting and rolling around on the floor, then he pushed the door back open, looking down on his father, remember me, he said, staring down on him emotionless, he looks down on him and realizes, there are no questions to ask, he already knows the answers, he had always known the answers but he just didn't want to believe them, he grabs the end table next to the couch and raises it over his head and brings it down as hard as he can, shashing it into his fathers face, does that hurt you fucking piece of shit, I hope so, fuck you, james raises his foot and brings it down on the broken end table smashing his fathers face, was I not good enough for you to love, you left he alone as a child to fend for myself, alone, how could you, how could you leave your child alone in this uncaring world, what was wrong with me, I needed you, james raises his foot again and gives his father another blow to the face knocking him senseless, james , as calm as could be, walked to the kitchen and checked the fridge,he was hungry and filthy, but it was the beer that caught his eye, fuck breakfast, fuck life, he thought, a beer sounded real good, he took one out and pounded it, then grabbed another and went back to the living room where his father layed on the floor, he sat down and opened his second beer and looked down on his father, fuck you dad