RDJ Imagines

I Needed You

Hank Palmer Imagine
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"Watch and learn guys, watch and learn." Glen said, as everyone was in the basement due to the storm. We watched the video being played on the screen.

The video showed old childhood memories of the Hank, Glen, and Dale.

I was sitting next to Hank, holding his hand as I watched. Hank placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

Glen hit a home run.

"That was the greatest game ever." Joseph said, sitting on the couch.

The video changed and there was now a car on screen. The car was heavily damaged.

"Shit..." I heard Hank say under his breath. Hank looked away.

"What?" I asked.

The video continued, now I saw the whole thing. There was an ambulance, and I saw the car a little better. People stood around with shocked faces.

"I--" Hank began to say, but someone else spoke.

"Turn that off." Joseph said, sitting up.

"Hey, speed it up Dale." Hank said.

"I can't..." Dale said, looking at him. "It's still developing."

The accident was still playing.

"Well break that shit if you have to! Come on!" Joseph began to get irritated.

"Give him a second." I said to Joseph.

"No, turn that shit off now!" He retorted.

"Ok, alright." Dale said, he was completely nervous and hands were shaking. But the video kept on playing. Hank tried to help him.

Joseph got up, and went over to the set on the table.

"Enough!" He said, pushing the set off. The set broke slightly. Hank jumped back and cut his hand. Dale looked completely shocked.

"My god dad! Shit!" Glen sat up. Hank held his hand close.

"Oh my god, are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah..." He said, looking at his blood. Dale was trying to put his set back together.

"Dale, it's alright. We're gonna fix it, ok." I said, getting out my seat to help Dale pick up the set from the floor.

"Not in my house!" Joseph disagreed.

Hank quickly stood up.

"You..." Hank pointed his finger at his father. "I'm so fucking sick of you... So damn tired of the way you decide how everything's going to run!"

Hank walked closer to Joseph.

"What? Are you gonna pick and choose who's gonna do and say what, when you say it?!" Joseph yelled. "I decide here! It's my house! You go and pick and choose all you want in your own god damn house!"

"I fucking CAN'T! You wanna know why?!" Hank yelled.

"Hank." I said, trying to calm him, but it didn't work.

"'Cause I'm FUCKING STUCK with a client that's doing everything possible to be found GUILTY!" Hank yelled, ignoring me. He and his father was inches away from each other.

"You didn't even make it to the mill, did you?!" Hank got closer to Joseph. Glen got up and tried to hold Hank back. "DID YOU??!!"

Joseph said nothing, he only looked into Hank's enraged eyes.