<i>Alexander had been drinking a lot that day, trying and failing to drown the memories that haunted him, trying to dull the demons that danced in his head. He knew that there was no hiding from them, no matter how hard he tried, so he decided to distract himself with something else. Having gone to the kitchen, to fetch another beer, he glanced at the sink and saw dishes in there. While it may have seen a minor thing, he had told Avalon to do them, and yet there they were. It was an instant fire, starting in his gut and rushing through the rest of his body, and then next thing he knew he had snatched her up and dragged her to the kitchen to finish the task. <br/>
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What was it about following his rules, doing as they were told, and having some discipline that these women just couldn't seem to get. It was pissing him off, and then there was Mahina. While he had been trying to discipline Avalon, his eldest daughter had the audacity to talk back to him, as if she wore the pants in the family. He was in no mood for her and anyone's bullshit, and he let her know it. His father would've never put up with the lack of respect that these girls were showing, and the more Morgana talked back the angrier he became. He can't remember exactly what was said, he just knew that he brought up how she needed to knock it off with whatever gay shit she was trying out, because he hadn't raised her to be some disrespectful loud-mouthed dyke. She had began to talk back, yet again, and he lost it. <br/>
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First, he slapped her, figuring that she'd get the picture, but instead she fought back. He had seen the switchblade come out but was certain that she'd just pulled it to try to act tough. That was a mistake on his part. For not taking this threat seriously, he was gifted with a decent cut to the shoulder. If he had been pissed before, he was seeing red now. If Morgana thought that she could pull this shit on him, then he was more than ready and happy to dish it right back. He was going to kill her. The alcohol making his movements less sharp than they would normally be during a combat situation had made him a little slower to react. After cutting her once and seeing her hit the ground, he went for the kill, only to be thwarted and brought back to his senses by his current girlfriend, Nina. Her screams and presence between himself and his daughter had pierced through the darkness that had swallowed him....</i><br/><br/>Since that time, things had been better, though he had recently been a bit suspicious of her activities. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was sure that she was hiding something from him these past couple weeks. He had managed to get a hold of her phone a few days ago and shared her location with his phone, without her knowing, determined to figure out just what the hell was going on behind his back. He wasn't sure exactly the nature of the secret, but he knew that he was going to get to the bottom of it, one way or another.<br/><br/>He slowly stirred from his sleep, yawning loudly as he turned and saw Nina was awake. Still waking up, he swatted her butt playfully, rolling to get off the bed. "Morning, babe," he called out over his shoulder, making his way to the bathroom. "I know we're both busy until later tonight," he said, recalling that she said that she would volunteering again today and wouldn't be back till around dark, "Is there something you feel like eating tonight, I can grab something for us on my way back in from seeing the guys?". While he was suspicious of her, he was still going to try to ride the decent wave that they were on, choosing not to make an issue until there was one. It definitely pissed him off to think that she thought she was pulling the wool over his eyes, but that just meant that he'd have to put her in her place.<br/><br/>He pulled his mind from those negative thoughts, wanting to enjoy the cohesiveness that had been stacking recently, and got ready for the day.