Chapter # 22

"Mr Woodland would see you now." He raised his head and nodded. Standing up, he followed the young sectary in unhurried and unwilling steps. The file in his hand was clutched tightly and his face wasn't as blank as he wanted it to be, the frost of his inner anger, frustration and fear, all were as clear as day. He almost wished that O'Brian was there with him but the thought left as soon as it came. He didn't want her to see him this week, didn't wanted himself to be so weak but his relation with his father had always been like that. Growing up, he always was simply his son in name. He didn't have any memories of his father ever simply talking to him. It was either him scolding him or just staring down at him like he was a disappointment. At that time, he didn't understand and he still didn't. He wasn't a bad student; he wasn't great but he was above average which could become good if he worked harder which also happened occasionally. He didn't lack in strength, didn't do anythin