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by anyone, but he especially loathed when it wasn't his fault to begin with. The girl had been dealing with emotional scars for years, and for her to seek out attention in the form of sex wasn't too surprising. But even so, her attitude for her son was unacceptable in his eyes.
    Noticing a glass of water by his bed, Owen took a large drink of it. It had more than likely been sitting there for days, but he didn't care. It didn't taste any different.
    Ali's impatience had run its course. “Alright, I'm outta here. You should clean your kitchen. Fuckin' beer cans everywhere. Austin doesn't need to see that shit.”
    Oh, now you care about what is good for Austin. You are just as much of a hypocrite as I, thought Owen. He wanted to yell that at her, but screaming such insults was beneath him, especially to his only offspring. Nevertheless, she was probably off to stay up late, drink, and do drugs with Clint and whoever the hell else showed up there. Owen hated every member of the Grayson family, but Clint was something else entirely. He was a couple of years older than Ali when he got her pregnant. What pissed Owen off the most was that Clint never took it seriously. He would have likely impregnated most of the female population of the school if his mother and older brothers didn't keep him on somewhat of a straight path, since his father wasn’t around to do such things. Owen even found Clint drunk and laughing about knocking his daughter up outside of a bar. When he caught his gaze, Clint continued laughing in an aggressive manner, clearly mocking him. Owen would have killed him, but he was still a juvenile, and he didn't want to start a war with the rest of his family. Even though Clint was now an adult, Owen kept his composure when around him. Austin didn't need to see any further violence, even if his father was a mighty large piece of shit.
    He was enduring crippling pains in his abdomen, but they were manageable. Sitting up from his queen-sized bed, Owen entered his closet, changed into a shirt and shorts and pulled out his baseball glove from a shelf where he put miscellaneous items. He bought two new gloves just a few weeks ago; one for his own personal use and the other for Austin. His grandson had taken a keen interest to baseball at an early age, which was a true delight to him. Even better was watching his grandson's face light up like fireworks as he presented him with the gift. He had a glove, but it endured a lot of rain and wear and tear, and his parents didn’t really want to waste any of their unearned money on it. Baseball was Owen's first love in life. One of his first memories as a young boy was watching Willie McGee smash two home runs in the 1982 World Series. He remembered afterwards begging and pleading with his father for a glove, a ball, and a bat. It took two weeks, but his father finally presented little Owen with a cheap glove and a previously used baseball. He didn't complain, even if he didn't receive a bat as part of the gift. He at least had something to start pursuing his dream of playing baseball.
    It was obvious from the start that Owen had real talent. He could throw the ball harder and hit the ball farther than the other kids. Even after having Ali at the young and irresponsible age of 15 and in the middle of his high school sports career, his recently widowed mother stepped up and raised her during the day so that Owen could continue his schooling and baseball career. Patricia's parents had passed away from a car accident, so his mother was the only one who could do the day-to-day babysitting. During the spring of his senior year, he hit sixteen home runs; something he still brags about to this day. Junior colleges and a couple of universities wanted him on a full scholarship, but he politely declined, mainly because he wanted to be there for his woman and toddler daughter. Also, the prospect of a college degree didn't appeal to him. Instead, he took a job as a mechanic at a local shop.