James was alone, he was happy when he was alone. Well sometimes. He was eating a lunch of spaghetti when the doorbell rang. James slowly walked over to the door and opened it. There standing in the doorway was his father, empty-handed.
"What the fuck do you want?!" James said.
"You know what? That stupid attitude you are giving me really pisses me off. Have you done anything with him?"
"Of course I have. We had sex. Not a big deal, but it felt fan-fucking-tastic." James said like he was ready to fight.
James' father jerked his head and stared at him. "You slept with him?"
James nodded. "And I thought Vince made it perfectly clear not to come here."
"Shut the fuck up you dirty fag."
That was it. James ran and grabbed his dad and threw him into a wall and a picture fell on his head. Suddenly, James began to run from his dad to the phone and began to dial 911. It wasn't worth it of course because James' dad grabbed him and threw the phone on the other side of the room. The began to fight once more and James kicked his father and his father fell over the kitchen counter and grabbed a knife. James began to run once more and went into the bathroom and pressed his pounding body against the door.
"Come on! I don't want to do this!"
"Then why are you doing it?" James yelled. He heard footsteps walk away from the door. James stepped away from the door when it flung open and James hit his head and passed out.
James' father walked out of the house, with his son's head trickling with blood.