Lucas looked at his son as he brought up some stupid things he now disregarded. Being a father was no more, right now it was gone out the window, shattered. He grinned from cheek to cheek. Lucas laughed at his foolish son, "but you already lost. you used to cry, and whine for your mother, and your still the same. Crying over such a small ordeal. Just be glad you have parents, Myself I grew up strong by myself, unlike you who have been babied. Your just a spoiled snot nosed brat who still cries over split milk, id be surprised if anyone would sponder such a cry baby like yourself. You. Are. No. Son. Of. Mine." he stated heavily, getting snappy with his son. "But remember your not my son, as I am not even your father according to you." he snapped.

He glared at his son, right now he could care less about what he thought about his story, even if he didnt think it was true, it was the other way around, he married his mother becuase she forced her pity. He looked at his son. " Well actually, the only reason why im allowing you to stay in this house is becuase your under age, actually why dont you get the fuck out now. Dont think your mother will take you, becuase she didnt want you, thats why I have you, she got tired of having a little cry baby following her around. Ohhh and I forgot since your underage you need one of our signatures for almost everything, so have fun living on the streets." he stated rudely and bluntly, "Ill help you pack your bags..... of wait.... I bought all your bags and more than half your belongings so actually you have near nothing so good bye."