"Did you find her?", Jay asked.
"Yep, not in a very pleasant way though...", Taylor said.
"Why?", said Jay, in deep thought.
"Oh, nevermind..."
Taylor went back in as Jay stayed out to have a sigarette. Taylor went to the table where he and Jay sat, only to be met by his mum and the other person.
"Taylor, we need to talk...", Tracy said.
"Who the hell is he?!", Taylor asked.
"You better watch your tone, boy", Shouted the man.
Taylor stood up, "And you're gonna make me?"
"TAYLOR!", Tracy shouted.
"Be nice to him!"
"And why should I?", Taylor asked.
"Because... because he's your father... He's Tony", Tracy then said after a sigh.
"My father is dead, mum", Taylor shouted at her.
"He never died, and I'm sure you don't remember any funeral.", Tracy added.
"You sent us to Damien's house...", Taylor shouted.
Tracy took a deep breath and sighed, "He left home to go to America, we made everyone think he died but he never did, he never got classed as dead... He just left..."
"Why?", Taylor asked.
"He didn't want us anymore, we agreed to let him leave and let you believe he died.", She said.
"And from the looks of you, it seems like it was a good idea.", Tony said.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!", Taylor shouted, grabbing the top of Tony's T-shirt, pushing him against the wall with his fist under his throat.
"Go on then... Hit me... Hit your own father, your own flesh and blood.", Tony said, smirking, not the slightest bit intimidated.