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Like Dad

I woke up in a car. 

"Lana!" I yelled. 

"Hm?" She kept her eyes glued to the road and her hands to the wheel. 

"You can't just- stop the car! Your drunk!" I screamed. 

"No! We're getting Evie, and we're leaving!" She slurred her words. 

"My god, you're crazy," I mumbled. 

"Shut up, Connor! You're just a little boy! A stupid little boy! You don't know what you're doing you stupid, stupid, little boy!" She spoke slowly and carefully and emphasized the "b" in boy. 

I rolled my eyes, "you're gonna get us killed!" My heart started to pump faster as she swerved into other lanes. 

"Let me drive!" I insisted. She shook her head and closed her eyes. The car driving next to us honked their horn as we nearly collided.

"Christ! You're psychotic!" I tried to wrestle her for the wheel. 

"No! You're psychotic! You wanna go and kill- kill yourself! Because- care! Don't!" She nodded off. 

"You wanna be like Dad?! Stop the dang car!" I smacked her across the face. She looked at me for a second while reality swallowed her, then pulled off to the side. She breathed heavily and stared at the ground. I turned to get out of the car, but she stopped me. 

"Dad?" She mouthed, her eyes filling up with tears. 

"I- I didn't mean it," I stuttered, "you're nothing like Dad, okay? Will you just let me drive? Please?" 

"Evie," she whispered. 

I shook my head, "Lana-" 

"Evie," she interrupted. She pointed out the window. 

I recognized where we were. 

"Connor?"