Hey There, Dad.

The more Yoonjie listened to his father, the more rage boiled up inside him, so many years of anger coming to a head all at once, every single bit of hatred of Flea, of his own mother, of Andruil.. anyone who had taken his father from him. The things he had endured and lived through, because of a single lost fight. Ripples, dominos falling after once single incident. He should have felt bad that he had beat Flea to a bloody pulp, just a few hours ago. The older woman had stood there, hadn't even fought back, the only time she had moved was to turn away blows from his fists that would have been fatal.

He was a horrible person.

But as his breath hitched and he felt the tears along his lower lashes, he couldn't hold the flood of emotions back anymore, You could have taken me with you, instead of leaving me there with her. With her..

Ahh, there it was. The abandonment that his mother had played into so many times, how she had dug in just a little bit deeper "He didn't want you." How she had never missed a chance to try and drive home to the very depths of his soul, just how unwanted a child Yoonjie had been. Why did you leave me with her? Knowing how she was? You had to have known, didn't you? What sort of person she was? How could you just leave me with her..

Tears now fell in earnest from his lashes, running down his cheeks, his fists clenched tightly as he tried not to let the anger at himself for showing emotion lash out at yet someone else.

@Bajie