Dream In Jeopardy (2)

"I'm not quitting football!"

As soon as Omari said those words, both men turned their attention to him almost immediately.

"Omari? Are you okay?" Chris asked immediately he saw Omari sit up. His face had a concerned expression plastered all over it. He would've walked toward Omari but Jurg held him back.

While he wasn't a neither the father that had nothing but concern for his son in his mind nor was he the son angry at his father, it made him the person with the most rational train of thoughts.

His rationality told him that he couldn't allow Omari's anger and Chris's concern meet.

"Will you leave me the fuck alone! I need to meet my son" Chris immediately yanked himself free from Jurg's grasp.

"Oh please, don't give me that concerned father crap. We both know that you don't give two shits about me!" Omari said agitatedly. He winced and clutched his ribs immediately after. He'd forgotten that he couldn't afford to get himself so angry.