Ignoring the yells and complains from his son, he dragged him out from the brotherl, roughly pushing people out of the way and pounching the owner in the face when he started to whine about payment and disturbing the other customers.
Once outside, he tossed Alex inside an alley, giving him a hard and dissapointing look that demanded a good explination.
Alex just swore under his breath, rubbing his arm where his fahter had grabbed him. It was sure to leave a brusie.
"What?" he snarled. "Aren't I allowed to enjoy being young?"
Micheal pinched his nose. "The hell are you thinking? Just leaving like that wihtout a word, did you even think how your mother would react? She's worried sick."
"What do you care?" he spat. "You'll soon be running back to your clone anyway."