Race sprinted back to the Brooklyn with tears threatening to fall. His legs felt like they would shatter with another step, his lungs felt that they would explode if another short breath pierced them, and his heart was beating one thousand miles an hour due to fear.
He rounded the corner, passed the alley way, and stopped in front of his father's "head quarters". He hesitantly walked up to the stairs and opened the huge wooden door to complete darkness, "Well hello son." The voice said, "Where is Spot?" Race demanded,
"Who?" His father asked while lighting a single candle,
"Spot."
"Oh, your boy toy?"
"Spot."
"No, your little homo? Right?"
Race tried to keep his poker face, but when his father called Spot a "little homo" he snapped, "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND ILL SHOW YA WHO HE IS YOU BASTARD!" Race yelled with rage filling his body.
He could feel his father's deadly gaze pierce him from across the room, "That's no way to talk to your father."
    "You're not my father. You're a monster. You killed Elizabeth."
    "No, you did."
     "No I didn't."
     "Oh, but you did, see, she didn't want to be associated with you any more, this leading to her passing." Race began storming across the room, "NO FATHER SHOULD EVER TALK LIKE THAT ABOUT THEIR KIDS DEATH." Race spat. He felt so confident in telling his father what was right, until he felt himself being jerked back by two pairs of hands, "To the cellar." Was all he said before Race was thrown into a dark room, he blacked out as his body made contact with the floor.

A/N
Sorry for not posting. Lots of stuff is happening now, but getting 500 reads cheered me up. Thank you so much for continuing to read this shitty story! Love ya! - Rjp5304