Dan got out his duffle bag and started shoving everything he could in it. He couldn't stay here. Not with a man claiming to be his father. He had to leave.
After packing his most precious belongings, he went out to the kitchen where his mother sat with his 'father' as he started collecting food to put in his duffle bag.
"Dan, what are you doing?"
"Goodbye."
He ran to the front door holding his bulky duffle bag when his father put his hand on Dan's shoulder.
"You can't go now. Your father has come home. We can play ball and do... father and son things...?"
Dan turned around with fire in his eyes.
"You are not my father."
Dan's father looked at him in saddness which quickly turned to anger. A slap across the boy's face echoed throughout the kitchen.
"What did you just say to me?!" Dan looked at his mother who was cowering away in the corner.
"Is this what you wanted? All this time fantasising about him coming home and now he's here. I hope you're happy." Dan's father turned to his mother in shame as Dan opened the door.
"Goodbye, mum."
