Arwin stepped forward, his expression a mix of anger and newfound steel. "Our roles in this play have changed, Heath. You're the one that will stay in the basement.... or correct that; prison cell."
"Heath? You dare to call me my name!?" His father responded in disbelief. "Boy, have you lost your mind? Do you know that you are talking to your father right now?"
Arwin let out a decisive laugh. "You do not deserve the tittle of father....at least not from me which by the way should be the last thing on your mind. You should be more worried about the fact that you are locked up in a fortress four prison. Not just any section of the prison but an isolation wing where the worst of worst are locked up."
