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'What are these?' I scatter the letters across Ryder's desk, he picks one up, I've never seen my father be phased or surprised outwardly at anything, not at the death of my mum, not at the death of my sister, not at the many, many times whereby he beat me black and blue, and not right now. He calmly picks up one of the letters, smirks, and tosses it back.

'I could ask you the same thing.' He deadpans, for years and years, I have tried to figure him out, yet he never ceases to amaze me with his ability to withdraw from any emotion although I know that I am of the same breed, I have the same sociopathy in engraved in my DNA thanks to my origin being from his ball sack.

'Gabriella was pregnant, and she said you separated her and Arthur.' I state.

'Did Clifford give these to you?'

'So what if she did?'

'You seem to have grown a weakness to her.' He was right, I had gone against everything I was conditioned to do, to be 'Are you forgetting what-'

'No. I know.' The last barrier between Blair and I, but this barrier is titanium, with enforced concrete, and cannot be surpassed, it's what reminds me to stay away.

Ryder walks across his desk and in my face, I've outgrown him by a couple inches, yet I still feel like that small child, and this reminded chills my very heart.

'Son, are you questioning me?' His eyes knowing, he's always one step ahead 'I hope not, for both of us know the consequences.'

I heave in a breath, my hands in tight fists.

'I want you to go to Millwards, remind yourself of your purpose,' Then he laughs coldly 'I mean, if you didn't have a purpose, I would've chocked the life out of you the minute you came out of your mothers womb.'

The air is so tense that a knife could cut through, the mention of my mother reinforces my 'purpose' and once more, brings me back to reality.