[ WP ] Your mother never talks about your absent father . Then , you discover that is because you are the product of rape . You do some digging and find a picture of your notorious father in an old newspaper.One day you see your father , the man who raped your mother , and approach him .

`` Hi'' I said, cheerfully sitting on the bar stool next to him. 
 
 He looked at me warily, obviously wondering who the fuck I was and what I wanted. 
 
 `` My name's Mason'' 
 
 `` So? Fuck off.'' He drained his whisky and called the bartender for another. 
 
 `` So what's your name?'' I continued, not letting his attitude get to me. 
 
 `` Look, whatever your selling, I'm not interested.'' 
 
 `` Well you do n't know that'' I replied conversationally. 
 
 `` Know what, that your selling or that I'm not interested?'' 
 
 `` Either, both.'' I asked the bartender for a beer and turned back to see him glaring at me. 
 
 `` How about you fuck off and let me drink in peace. I'm sure there's plenty of other people in this bar that are interested in hearing your shit.'' 
 
 `` But you're the only one I want to talk to.'' I protested. 
 
 `` Really? And what'd I do to get so lucky?'' He snarled. 
 
 `` Well if you'd tell me your name I could tell you that.'' 
 
 He sighed. `` Alex. My name is Alex.'' 
 
 `` Oh, good.'' 
 
 I slid off the bar stool and leaned in close to his ear. He smelled like grease and sweat. 
 
 `` You raped my mother'' I said and left the bar. 
 
 Outside it was dark and I waited on someones car for him to follow. Sure enough a few seconds later the door opened and he came out. He was big and it was all muscle. 
 
 `` What the fuck are you talking about?'' He asked angrily. 
 
 `` Almost 20 years ago. Then 9 months later I was born.'' I said cheerfully. 
 
 `` Oh, that.'' He said and walked closer to me until he was only a couple of meters away. 
 
 `` I suppose you want to talk about it.'' He said warily, staring at me with dark eyes. 
 
 I shrugged. `` If you want to.'' 
 
 `` I do n't.'' He replied shortly. I was relieved, I did n't want to talk about it either. 
 
 `` Then what do you want to talk about?'' I asked. 
 
 `` I do n't know. We'll figure that out. Let's go.'' 
 
 I followed him to his truck, a dirty but nice hilux. I got in the passenger seat and we left.
