His Son

“Sir, we’re here.”

You groggily wake up from the back seat of the Uber, bones popping as you stretch your limbs out. You brush some strands of your black hair out from your eyes and glance outside the window to see you’ve finally arrived back home. Although the trip must’ve taken longer than expected as it’s practically pitch black outside.

“Thanks.” You say to the driver, gathering your belongings and exiting out the car.

After closing the car door shut behind you the driver heads off, leaving you all alone at the dead of night on the sidewalk in front of your Dad’s home. Reaching into your back pocket, you pull at your phone and check the time, seeing it's about half-past ten. You weren’t sure whether your old man would still be up, unless he’s either already dead asleep or out somewhere trying to hook up with someone.

‘Heh… Classic Dad.’

Either way your getting inside and going to pass out after coming back from…