No Son of Mine

"Your mother packed you some clothes; she
also included the cash you had hidden in your underwear
drawer. We assumed it was money you earned from cutting
yards, or whatever else you did." Richard spat at him, every
word an insult now as he reached down and unlocked the
doors.
"But dad..."
"Don't call me that
ever again you...you are no son of mine!" Richard exploded,
grabbing Brandon by the collar of his Oklahoma Sooners
t-shirt. Feeling his fury about to burst, Richard let go of
the abomination's shirt collar and quickly reached down and
pushed open the passenger door. Leaning back from him,
Richard warned, "We never want to hear from you again. You
are eighteen and are on your own!"

With that
Brandon felt his father shoving him out of the truck,
causing Brandon to literally fall into the gutter. Brandon
landed on his butt in front of a small group of passengers
standing outside the bus terminal smoking. The group stood
by and watched what was happening silently. Jumping up
quickly; Brandon wiped his eyes with his hands just as his
backpack landed at his feet. Looking back at the man sitting
in the red truck, Brandon felt totally lost.