𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

Anger.

There was a slam at the door.

"Where have you been?"

"Out."

"It's two in the morning..Ew..You reek of alcohol."

"I'm an adult, David."

"Oh, so now your calling me David? I don't fucking get you, Thatcher. It seems like everyday I have to put up with you and your fucking antics! I'm sick of it!"

"Well I'm sorry I'm trying to have a little fucking fun, David." Thatcher groaned.

"Can you stop fucking- UGH! What's with you!? Just- Fuckin go away! Damnit!"

"Go away? You started this. Are you dense, David?"

Thatcher came closer to Dave, he kept his posture steady.

"I'm not allowed to have a few bad days, huh? That's so fucking dumb."

"ITS BEEN WEEKS! I BARELY SEE YOU!"

"YOU BARELY SEE ME BECAUSE YOU HAVENT SPOKEN TO ME ABOUT IT YET, DAMNIT!"

"OH, YEAH? IM THE ONE WHOS AT FAULT, HUH? JUST BECAUSE IM WAITING FOR YOU TO COME TO ME ABOUT IT? YOU ARENT DOING SHIT ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED!"

Thatcher pushed Dave up against the wall.

"YOU ARENT ALL GOOD EITHER! YOURE THE REASON WE'RE IN THIS FUCKIN MESS. YOU GETTING KIDNAPPED RUINED EVERYTHING! I-"

SMACK !

Dave slapped Thatcher across the face. There were tears pouring out of his eyes. He looked surprised at the reddening of his hand. He just wanted to make Thatcher shut up but he didn't mean to hit him.

"Don't you ever say that ever again. You think it was in my control? Do you really think I wanted to be kidnapped so Ruth could die right in front of me? I would've stopped this if I could but your screaming in my face telling me that it's basically all my fault? Your fucking sick, Thatcher."

"L-Look Dave, it's been a long night, I-"

"I don't wanna fuckin hear it out of you, Thatcher. You must've lost your goddamn mind if you think you can just do something like that to me, blaming me? After I nearly died? And your blaming ME for her death?"

"Dave- I didn't mean it-"

"Move."

Dave pushed Thatcher out of the way and stormed upstairs. Slamming the door behind him. Thatcher felt horrible. He didn't mean to say that, it was just in the heat of the moment. He felt lonely. That was really something he shouldn't have said. Was he fucking crazy? What was wrong with him? Saying something like that to someone who didn't even deserve it.

He took out his phone and dialed..

"Uhm..Hello? Jude?"