Jack nodded, “Actually, that wasn’t a question. If something is bothering you I’d like to know, especially if it will effect my daughter.”
Vaughn got out of the pool and grabbed a towel. “I don’t think my hatred for my father will effect Sydney, it’s my problem.”
“Then it will affect her, because she will worry about you.”
Vaughn sighed, contemplating on whether to tell Jack Bristow the truth about his broken family. What the hell? “My parents didn’t die when I was seventeen, it was just a hoax.” He said. Jack watched him, confused. “They’re still alive somewhere, I just don’t know where.”
“Why did they leave?”
“Because someone was after my father. They needed information he had.”
“That’s why you hold hatred for him? Because he left you?”
“Because he abandoned me. Because he left me to live in a world that I didn’t understand then, and a world I still don’t understand.”
“Then he did it to protect you.” Jack said.
“No, if I he did it to protect me they would have taken me with. But instead they left me behind.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Jack asked.