Unintentional Heart's Desire

Like father like son.

The evening, much like his mood, rumbled with lightning and thunder. The heavy and dense clouds carried with them his patience and ability to apprehend.

As if the events of that day weren't troubling enough, he still had to make a detour to a place that was supposed to be home but felt nothing like.

The enormous steel gates opened to allow him in and after a little bit of a drive, the walls of his childhood home stared right back at him.

The immensely large manor boasted 10 bedrooms and 15 bathrooms, yet it wasn't ever big enough to allow him his space.

At just the right moment, the clouds released their liquid content, providing him a perfect excuse to stay a little longer in the car.

His hands grabbed onto the steering wheel and he found himself squeezing a little tighter than normal, as if he'd had his hands on the neck of a person that was quite possibly himself.

Frustratingly, he started hitting the hard surface, completely ignoring the pain that accompanied the act.

If there was ever a night he needed a good release, it was that one. He'd planned to pick up a pretty blond somewhere for the night but his plans were disrupted.

The culprit? Well...

"You're late."
The voice echoed throughout the spacious dining hall, causing the two women who sat far apart from each other to fix their postures.

The long table carried the finest of cutlery and burdens of the rich and miserable. The walls were stained with extortionate art pieces and photographed photos of the "happy" family.

Jason walked around the table to greet his mother then repeated the action to his sister and then,

"Father."
His tone matched his. He was his father's son.

"You can't keep us waiting like this. You know your mother has to take her medication at..."

"Oh it's ok sweetheart, I'm sure he had a lot goi..."

"No, it's not. You will respect your mother!"
His voice was a little louder that time around.

Of course the irony that he'd cut off the same woman he was demanding respect for went on unacknowledged.

The older Cooper wasn't ever one to raise his voice like that and when he did, everyone listened. That was why,

"You're right father. I'm sorry mom, it won't happen again."

The last thing Jason wanted was to start an argument. All he wanted was for his father to just tell him what couldn't be said over the phone so he could soon be on his way to the club.

Ever since the older man was let go by the very company he'd created, he'd been very bitter, and anyone unlucky enough to be in his vicinage got the bad end of it.

Of course that meant his family.

Jason knew he had to ask how high whenever his father told him to jump, otherwise multiple people were going to suffer the consequences.

Said people being his mother and sister since they still lived in the house with the man.

"You said it was only going to be last week. Why am I still hearing that you're busy dealing with the interns yourself again? You run a billion-dollar company for god's sake, leave the interns to the junior managers. Need I teach you how to do your job?"