★ 『fourteen』
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He may try to convince me otherwise, but I can't hate Dad. Even if he did sell my soul to the Devil, it wasn't like it was for a stupid reason. I mean, he was dying and as much as I complain, I can't fault him for wanting to live. I would have wanted him to live.
I probably would have offered my soul on my own, if it meant saving Dad. What can I say? He's my Father. He raised me and loved me. He taught me how to tie my shoes, how to play baseball, how to make farting noises with my armpit. All the little things that brought me to where I am today. It doesn't matter that-
...It doesn't matter that he isn't my real Father.
But what is blood worth in the end? Shit. He didn't fucking raise me. He wasn't the one I called Dad for twenty-one years of my life. The only thing that bastard can do is make my life a living hell.
I'm not his son. I'm nothing like him at all.
I just wish Andy could understand and give me a second chance.
He may try to convince me otherwise, but I can't hate Dad. Even if he did sell my soul to the Devil, it wasn't like it was for a stupid reason. I mean, he was dying and as much as I complain, I can't fault him for wanting to live. I would have wanted him to live.
I probably would have offered my soul on my own, if it meant saving Dad. What can I say? He's my Father. He raised me and loved me. He taught me how to tie my shoes, how to play baseball, how to make farting noises with my armpit. All the little things that brought me to where I am today. It doesn't matter that-
...It doesn't matter that he isn't my real Father.
But what is blood worth in the end? Shit. He didn't fucking raise me. He wasn't the one I called Dad for twenty-one years of my life. The only thing that bastard can do is make my life a living hell.
I'm not his son. I'm nothing like him at all.
I just wish Andy could understand and give me a second chance.