Zac&fatima unseen

3am

It's now 3 AM and Zac still isn't home Fatima has gotten out of the bed and now is laying on the couch watching TV thinking about why he ain't home yet, when she sees lights from outside pull into the driveway in a minute later Zac walks through the front door.

Fatima: do you think it's fair to me that you left the house at 11 PM and you walk back in at 3 AM no call no text no nothing? Zac clearly a little bit on, but now irked she was waiting on him. Zac: do you think it's fair to me to shut down and not talk to me when we're going through shit, Fatima clearly upset, Fatima: Zac don't do that, because if I was to walk in this house at 3 AM and blame it on the fact that we had an argument you would be pissed. Zac walking to the kitchen and grabbing a water out of the refrigerator. Zac : Fatima it's late and I'm not doing this with you I'm going to bed. I tried talking to you you didn't wanna talk now you wanna make an argument about me playing basketball with my friends! Fatima: Zac I'm not trying to make an argument out of anything least of all about you playing basketball, my argument is that it's 3 AM and you just walked in the house. Zac: let me get this right, you mad about Karen showing up at the house , I get that I mad about that too, you mad that I tried to talk to you about it, you mad that I went to play basketball to clear my head about it and now you mad cause I walked in the fucking house at 3 AM?!

Fatima stands up puts her slippers on goes to the dining room table to grab her car keys. Zac snatches the keys out here hand. Zac: where do you think you're going it's 3 o'clock in the morning? Fatima:
Give me my keys zac. Zac: i'm not giving you shit! it's 3 o'clock in the morning you mad, fine go upstairs and I'll sleep downstairs but I'm not letting you walk out the door at 3 o'clock in the morning. Tears begin to run down Fatima's face, she is livid she walks away from the dining room table and back into the living room, she cuts off the TV and she stomps upstairs while mumbling something under her breath. Fatima: I'm not dealing with this shit. Zac leaves the kitchen and walks into the living room, FUCK!! He sits down on the couch and he thinks to herself I just made this shit worse, it's always something.