Chapter 14 - Michael Begs For Mercy At His Father’s Doorstep
Following their speedy arraignment and release on heavy bail bonds, Michael drove straight to his father’s suburban estate. He pounded frantically on the heavy oak front door until Robert slowly pulled it open with quiet dignity.
Michael fell to his knees right there on the welcome mat, tears streaming down his face in pathetic desperation. “Dad... please, you have to help us! They’re threatening us with prison time, and our accounts are frozen!” he sobbed.
Robert looked down at his grown son with eyes completely devoid of warmth, pity, or paternal affection. “You laid hands on your mother, Michael... you shattered the woman who carried you for nine months,” Robert said softly.
“I made a mistake! Cassandra provoked me, it was just the stress of the wedding!” Michael pleaded miserably. Robert shook his head slowly, stepping back into the brightly lit foyer and gripping the inner door handle.
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“You didn't make a mistake, Michael; you revealed your true character when you thought nobody was watching,” Robert stated. “Please, Dad... I’m your only son! Have mercy on me!” Michael wailed, reaching out to grab Robert’s shoes.
Robert pulled his foot back, closing the heavy oak door in his son’s face with a final, echoing thud. The lock clicked securely into place, leaving Michael kneeling alone in the cold evening darkness.
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