"Look at these," Goose said. "He had them in his dresser drawer. I let him out from the cuffs in exchange for these. Come inside so we won't be more of a spectacle for the neighborhood. Wait, lock the car first. There's a fob with some buttons on it on the key ring. Hit the one with the closed lock a couple of times until the car beeps."<br/><br/>Richard managed to get up but he was beaten. Even if he went after this kid, there was no way that the older, out of shape man could win against him. He saw his daughter come flying through the door and latch onto this thug. Just like her mother, she had changed allegiances and now sided with this kid that claimed to be his son against her father. Shaking his head in disgust, he sat down in his recliner.<br/><br/>"Just like your slut of a mother, Anna," he said as he scratched his belly. "I'm dying of thirst, bitch. Go get me something to drink. Shoulda known you would turn on me and run away just like that whore did."<br/><br/>Before Anna could react to that outburst, Goose cut in by stating, "Go get your own drink, Dad. Anna's not under your thumb anymore. The only reason she is even here today is because she doesn't believe I am James Thurston. You told her that I was dead and along with Mom. Did you say that just so she wouldn't look for someone to help her get away from you? To crush any hope she had of being normal?"<br/><br/>Goose's body was quivering with rage but he kept it contained. Any outburst now would cause sparks to fly. His hands flexed as he tried to control his anger.