This wakes him up a little more. He

This wakes him up a little more. He looks up at me. “Is it yours?”
I don’t answer that. If he were listening, he would have heard me say I only recently met her. Officially met her, anyway.
I take a seat in front of him. I stare him directly in the eye. “No. He’s not mine. But if he were, I guarantee you I’d never put him in the positions you’ve put me in the last few years.”
My father’s eyes fall to the floor. “Owen . . .,” he says. “I never asked you to—”
“You never asked me not to!” I yell. I’m standing again, staring down at him. I’ve never felt rage toward him like this. I don’t like it.
I grab the bottle of pills and walk to the kitchen. I pour them down the sink and turn the water on. When all the pills are gone, I head toward his office. I hear him coming after me when he realizes what I’m doing. “Owen!” he yells.
I know he also receives a legal prescription, aside from what I’m able to get him, so I walk behind the desk and pull open the drawer. I find another half-empty bottle of pills. He knows not to try to stop me physically, so he steps aside, all the while begging me not to do this.
“Owen, you know I need those. You know what happens when I don’t take them.”
I don’t listen to it this time. I begin pouring them down the drain, fighting him off while I do it.
“I need those!” He’s yelling, over and over, trying to grab them as they disappear down the drain. He actually catches one between his fingers and shoves it in his mouth. It makes my stomach hurt. He seems so much less human when he’s this desperate and weak.
When the last pill is gone, I turn and face him. He’s so ashamed; he won’t even look at me. He drops his elbows to the counter and cradles his head in his hands. I take a step closer to him and lean against the counter as I speak to him calmly.
“I watched her with her son. I’ve seen what she sacrifices for him,” I say. “I’ve seen what lengths a parent should go to in order to ensure their child has the best possible life they can give them. And when I see her with him, I think of you and me, and how we’re so fucked up, Dad. We’ve been fucked up since that night. And every moment since then, the only thing I’ve wanted is to see you try to get better. But you haven’t. It’s just gotten worse, and I can’t sit here and be a part of it. You’re killing yourself, and I won’t let the guilt of seeing you suffer excuse the things I do for you anymore.”
I turn around and head for the front door, but not before walking by the mantel and taking the picture frame. I pass by him and walk out the front door.
“Owen, wait!”
I pause before descending the stairs and face him. He stands in the doorway, waiting for me to yell again. I don’t. The second I see his lifeless eyes, the guilt seeps back into my soul.
“Wait,” he says again.
I’m not even sure he knows what he’s asking me. He just knows that he’s never seen this side of me before. The resolved side.
“I can’t wait, Dad. I’ve been waiting for years. I don’t have anything else left in me to give.”
I turn around, and I walk away from him.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Ini bangun dia naik sedikit lebih. Dia mendongak pada saya. "Apakah Anda?"Aku tidak menjawab pertanyaan itu. Jika dia dengar, ia akan mendengar saya mengatakan saya saja bertemu dengannya. Resmi bertemu dengannya, anyway.Aku duduk di depannya. Aku menatap dia langsung di mata. "No. Dia bukanlah tambang. Tapi jika dia, saya jamin Anda saya akan pernah menempatkan dia di posisi Anda telah menempatkan saya dalam beberapa tahun terakhir. "Mata Bapaku jatuh ke lantai. "Owen....," katanya. "Saya tidak pernah meminta Anda untuk —""Anda tidak pernah meminta saya tidak!" Aku berteriak. Aku lagi, berdiri menatap kepadanya. Aku belum pernah merasakan kemarahan ke arahnya seperti ini. Aku tidak suka itu.Aku mengambil botol pil dan berjalan ke dapur. Aku tuangkan di wastafel dan menyalakan air. Ketika semua pil sudah berlalu, aku menuju ke kantornya. Aku mendengar dia datang setelah saya ketika dia menyadari apa yang saya lakukan. "Owen!" dia berteriak.Aku tahu ia juga menerima resep hukum, selain dari apa yang saya bisa mendapatkan dia, jadi aku berjalan di belakang meja dan menarik terbuka laci. Saya menemukan satu setengah kosong botol pil. Dia tahu tidak untuk mencoba menghentikan saya secara fisik, sehingga dia langkah samping, semua sementara memohon saya untuk tidak melakukan hal ini."Owen, kau tahu aku membutuhkan mereka. Anda tahu apa yang terjadi ketika saya tidak mengambil mereka."Aku tidak mendengarkan saat ini. Aku mulai menuangkan mereka sia-sia, melawan kepadanya saat aku melakukannya.“I need those!” He’s yelling, over and over, trying to grab them as they disappear down the drain. He actually catches one between his fingers and shoves it in his mouth. It makes my stomach hurt. He seems so much less human when he’s this desperate and weak.When the last pill is gone, I turn and face him. He’s so ashamed; he won’t even look at me. He drops his elbows to the counter and cradles his head in his hands. I take a step closer to him and lean against the counter as I speak to him calmly.“I watched her with her son. I’ve seen what she sacrifices for him,” I say. “I’ve seen what lengths a parent should go to in order to ensure their child has the best possible life they can give them. And when I see her with him, I think of you and me, and how we’re so fucked up, Dad. We’ve been fucked up since that night. And every moment since then, the only thing I’ve wanted is to see you try to get better. But you haven’t. It’s just gotten worse, and I can’t sit here and be a part of it. You’re killing yourself, and I won’t let the guilt of seeing you suffer excuse the things I do for you anymore.”I turn around and head for the front door, but not before walking by the mantel and taking the picture frame. I pass by him and walk out the front door.“Owen, wait!”I pause before descending the stairs and face him. He stands in the doorway, waiting for me to yell again. I don’t. The second I see his lifeless eyes, the guilt seeps back into my soul.“Wait,” he says again.I’m not even sure he knows what he’s asking me. He just knows that he’s never seen this side of me before. The resolved side.“I can’t wait, Dad. I’ve been waiting for years. I don’t have anything else left in me to give.”I turn around, and I walk away from him.