Update like I promised (:
The prelude for my new story 'Medicine' is now up so check it out!!!

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It was that day.

The day of the Winter Formal.

Suits were being collected. Limo companies all over the city had their phones ringing every second for the upcoming event.

The Winter Formal.

Harry asked Khai that night after their intimate activity. He drove her to a cliff, over looking the city. Some song by The Beatles was playing softly in the background, the two holding each other tightly to consume some sort of heat that the winter night obviously wasn't providing when Harry finally asked. Of course, she said yes.

While Khai was at Violet's, preparing for the night, Harry was in his father's face. A look of displease written on his face.

"What do you mean I can't go?"

Mark adjusts his reading glasses on his face, then looked at his son. "I believe what I said was self explanatory, son."

Harry's nostrils flared. He hated it when Mark would call him that. He hated being reminded that he is the bloodline of someone to arrogant and cruel. He hated it, fucking hated it.

"But why?"

Mark sighs. "Do you know what today's date is?"

"December seventeenth."

Harry watched as his father took a gulp of whatever alcoholic drink it is he has in his glass. He impatiently taps his foot, awaiting a response.

"December seventeenth is right! And it's a special date you know why?"

Harry did not respond.

"Because it's the day Mr. Wong was born. A God given day wasn't it?"

Harry grimaced. Wondering what his father's colleague's birthday had to do with him.

"Don't act clueless, boy," Mark stood up, walking over to the cabinet that held a vast amount of alcohol. From vodka, to whiskey, to scotch. The man had it all in that damn cabinet. Mark refilled his glass before coming over to Harry, hand on his shoulder. "We have dinner with him and his beautiful family."

"I've never to go to any of this before, why do I have to now!?"

"Keep your fucking voice down," Mark seethed. "But Alexander is the father of your beautiful Luna, isn't he? I'm sure she'd be more than happy to see you attend this event."

Harry was sure that steam was escaping his ears. He was so angry, so fucking angry at his father. He knew that he would be going to the ball with Khai, so he is now forcing him to attend that stupid dinner. He knew it. He knew because of that infamous fucking smirk that was now on his slightly wrinkled face. Something he had inherited from the asshole that he hated with every single living cell within his body.

"But-"

"No buts, boy. You will be attending this event. Luna is a wonderful girl who has a future ahead of hear unlike that slave you once called a girlfriend. Is that understood?" Mark's words grew louder after each one. It startled Harry to see the vein in his father's neck being prominent.

But it his anger overthrew his fear. How dare he speak of Khai like that? Harry's hands were twitching in anger. He wanted to bash Mark's face in that God damn wooden desk he has in the office. He wanted to take every single alcoholic bottle in that fucking cabinet and shove it up his ass.

But he couldn't. He couldn't for he was his father.

A man man whom his mother loved dearly.

And Harry couldn't bare to see the look on her face when she finds out what he did to his asshole father.

Tears started to build in Harry's eyes out of anger and frustration. Anger, because of his racist father. Frustration, because he couldn't beat the living shit out of his racist father.

So, Harry sighed. Looking up to meet the eyes of a disputable man whom he was forced to call "dad".

"Understood."

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