Stephen ground his teeth, angered at the obvious come on from his own father. His hand clenched again, the anger boiling just below the surface. Thankfully, Grace managed to put him into his place."No, thank you," she replied calmly, yet firmly. "I have no desire to go anywhere in close company with you."
Jerry sneered first, and then, absorbing the weight of her words, lashed out in anger, "What the f.u.c.k is that supposed to mean? Stephen, your girl has a real mouth on her!"
"I can"t say I blame her. I wouldn"t want to go with you either. Especially not after today," replied Stephen, a weight lifting off his shoulders as he finally said what he was really thinking.
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His father"s anger now focused directly on him. "Is that how you talk to your own father, boy? If anything, I"m offering her an opportunity to make some money!"
"What you"re offering here it the opportunity to be near you so you can try to sleep with her, too. Do you really know anyone in the modeling business? I seriously doubt it. And you haven"t been able to keep your eyes off her chest the entire time we"ve been here," Stephen pointed out, feeling his voice rise.
"I"m only trying to protect you, son!" Jerry spat, putting a condescending tone of the word son. "Look at her, and then look at you!" He turned to look at Grace, "what"s your scam, sweetheart? Take him for a ride and then steal his grocery store paycheck?" He looked directly back at Stephen, a sneer curled into his upper lip, "You gotta be careful with these gold-digging types, Stephen. Your d.i.c.k isn"t the only thing they"ll suck dry. Your bank account as well!"
"ENOUGH!" Stephen yelled, causing the entire dinner to come to a complete stop. Just about every eye in the place was now on him. He practically jumped out of the booth they were in, Grace shuffling along beyond him, her eyes just as dark and angry. G.o.d help whoever managed to p.i.s.s off a genie this much.
"I don"t want to see you, ever again," roared Stephen, finally getting the chance to verbalize his thoughts. "You"re an a.s.shole, a loser, and a total piece of s.h.i.+t. The fact that I share the same blood as someone such as you will forever be a low point of my life. You will not talk about someone as wonderfully kindhearted, and as loving as Grace! You know nothing about her, just like you know nothing about me! And you would know, if you showed up more than once an election cycle!"
"But you don"t. You don"t give a s.h.i.+t about your children. You probably never gave a s.h.i.+t about your own wife! All you care about is yourself. You"re a miserable excuse for a father, for a husband, and for a man! To think, I once agonized over my own father leaving us behind. I thought it had something to do with me, some defect, that made you not want us! I see now that"s just who you are: a miserable excuse for a human being that will die alone, unloved and forgotten by all!"