Chapter 4 Sick of you

Tami stood on the balcony his back facing the heavy mahogany doors. He wondered what his mother had seen in such a man. Something told him he had married his mother because of their money. Well he grinned, "Good luck with getting your paws on that money". Tami who was about nineteen was tall and solid, and dressed in a grey sleeveless sweatshirt and dark blue slacks turned to face the man who was walking rapidly towards him, his small boned face twisted to show his displeasure.

"Your mother was worried sick about you yesterday, where the hell did you go?", the man had said as he stood beside Tami.

"I will tell you as soon as you decide to leave this house!" Tami growled at the man standing before him. "I'm sick of you!"

The man, who felt unmoved by those words, probably because he had heard them one too many times or because he had a thick skin and nothing short of a nutcracker would have rattled him remained calm and adjusted the cuffs of his neat cotton shirt.

"That's no way to treat your mother and I will not allow it!".

"You think you can fool me ehn?, you fooled my mother into marrying you all right but I'm not a sucker you see, and I'm not going to fall for your tricks", Tami fired back.

The man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth the way you would if you were splashed dirty water by a fast car on your way to an interview."I love your mother and I will not stand for this" he replied.

Maybe Tami saw it or maybe he was fed up with talking with this man, he suddenly turned around and bolted out of the balcony into the house.

The man eased up, released his fingers slowly, readjusted his cuffs and smiled. "I'll have you where I want you". Somewhere in the house, somebody moved slowly and intently towards a room. Whoever it was had been listening attentively to the heated argument between Tami and his step dad.