Why is it so hard forher to admit the truth? Has my dad really fooled her so well into believing he was right?"Don't you talk to your mother like tha...t!" The familiar sound of his raspy voice causes me toturn, and there he is. It angers me just to look at him, let alone be scolded by him. Alreadymom and Andy are backing away out of fear of what's to come. The last confrontation between myfather and I ended with me leaving for seven years. Why did I even come back?I find it hard to look my dad. We were planning on going out that night so we started drinking early by dusk we were stumbling around but feeling okay because of the cold shower we had, I removed the door to the toilet because the hinges broke, and from the lounge you could see directly into the shower, we all showered quickly by the time Tasha showed up from work Tasha decided to shower, on one condition. We dim the lights. So she dimmed the lights to a point where we couldn't see a thing, I heard the shower door open and. . “Un peut,” I replied, “but very badly. I understood his question, I just couldn’t work out what the answer was in French.”“And what is the answer in English?” she asked with a smile.“That no, I’m not Greg Paradise, I’m just an actor that plays Greg Paradise on screen.”She relayed this information to her son in rapid French, of which I caught about three words.“He would like to ask you another question, if that is acceptable,” she said.“Ask away,” I said, smiling at the boy.“Are you going to. They replied with charging at us. We scrambled. Everyone started pelting stones and fought back. Police had no option but they went for water cannons. It hit us hard and most of us were wet. Everyone who was watching including the police were happy seeing the girls. The wet white t-shirts paved way for different coloured lingerie.Well, my story was different with only my petticoat I was showing a little more than what they bargained for. My erect nipples were poking out but couldn’t be seen.