Facing his anger, I stepped back once, not expecting his sudden outburst.
"Why am I always the bad guy in your eyes? Whenever my dad and I are having a misunderstanding, you’re always on his side! You’re always protecting him.”
"It’s the first time I saw you two fight,” I reminded him with a low but firm voice. "And I’m not always protecting your dad—"
"Of course, you do!" he bitterly said in a sarcastic tone. He roughly combed his hair with his fingers. He’s too frustrated. "You are always on his side!"
I snorted. Here we go again. He keeps on doing this kind of thing then he will deny and say he didn’t do anything bad. Or that it’s not his mistake or fault. That I'm accusing him as the bad guy. I disappointedly shook my head at him. "This conversation is senseless and nothing.”
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