He was not my father.I looked at Mokuba. My brother had one hand over his eyes to hide his tears. He could weep for this - this person. Maybe he was G...zaburo's son. But I was not. I realized I was having trouble breathing.He was not my father.I could not get the thought out of my head; it grew louder and louder until the urge to shout it aloud became almost irresistible. I stood up suddenly, causing everyone to stare at me. I looked at my brother; I knew his grief was real, but for a moment,. Just let me go,” the fifteen-year-old begged, as big tears formed in her eyes.“You’re not going anywhere for a while,” Ross told Melissa, as he got on the bunk with the struggling teen.“Let me up you bastard!” Melissa yelled, as she managed to hit Ross in the face with a glancing blow, of her small fist, that barely made contact.“Settle down bitch,” Ross said, as he slapped the teen hard across the face. Melissa’s head rolled to the side as she was completely stunned. A loud groan escaped her. I challenged him about it afterwards, but he remained coy.The funeral cortege returned and Mum invited me to join them for something to eat. At the thought of free food, David tried to worm his way inside but Mum shooed him away."I can't believe how much money she left," the sister announced. "She's been living in abject poverty when all the time, there was over twenty five thousand pounds sitting in her savings account. I know Dennis, her husband, played around on the stock market but I never. He is my personal slave. You know what that means. He caters to my personal needs. If I shared him with you, or let anyone else touch him, it would be like I am sharing my underwear with you. Or sharing the same condom as you. I am sure you understand that. I mean you wouldn't want us to share the same tissue paper or the same toilet paper that one of us had just sued to wipe our own ass, do you!!" Ivy making her point."Don't worry Meg. Ivy is saying that she will help you one day get your own.