He never liked his father much, an old bastard, harsh. He was always a harsh old man. Jake got into his a car, the hate pushed him into his seat.

He didn`t regret not saying goodbye, he didn`t regret his own actions it was his fathers actions he regretted, and now, now he couldn`t tell the old bastard where to go.

Killed himself no doubt, thought Jake as he backed out of the driveway. He had a long drive ahead of him and he wasn`t looking forward to it.

Jake`s mobile phone sat on the passenger seat and started to ring.

- Hey Casey.

- I heard about your dad, are you OK?

- Fine, I`ll be gone for a few days, gotta sort his shit out. He never was very organised.

- Right. When`s the funeral?

- Tomorrow.

- Do you want some company?

Jake`s hands began to shake, he grabbed the steering wheel with his free hand to calm himself.

- That`s ok, I know your busy, besides it`s something I should deal with alone. You know.

- OK. Call me when you get there.

- I will.