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any signs of fire but saw none. The man said nothing but fixed his hazel eyes on the petite figure sitting on the chair. The boy looked frail as he sat there, his eyes closed. The man brought his bu

ared, he won't hurt you, just do as he says. If you don't want to speak to him, you can speak to me, I'm your dad after all", Mr Fletcher said softly. They had a really striking resemblance. From the brown hair, to the eyes, and the thin, pointed nose. Roland opened his eyes. " My dad? No you're not. You hate both me and my sister. I see what you do to her every single day, how much you beat her, you've just never cared. You've never even showed up at my school once, yet you say you're my dad", he badly wanted to scream out those words, but kept them inside him. His dad was the man's friend after all, making him a bad person too. His dad was into their dirty game. He kept his eyes open but said nothing. " How did you get involved with this", Mr Fletcher muttered. He couldn't care any less but no matter how hard he tried, this was his son, he couldn't just let him suffer. Mr Fletcher had complex emotions in his heart for the first time since his wife died. Not because his son was the one seated there but because he was scared of what the underground boss would do to him. The underground boss was known for being merciless, especially to those who do not give him what he wants. He looked at Roland again. " Son, you should...", he couldn't continue as the man pushed away. " Little boy", he said in near frustration, running his hands through his jet black hair. His eyes suddenly turn