First it was the flippy hair. I walked into Carl's room to see him reading a magazine, entitled "The Guide to Emo 101". His hair was dyed black and he had a long side bang in his face. I was a little...unsettled. "Whatcha doin there?" I asked uncomfortably.
He pulled an earbud out, glaring. "Don't come in without asking," he snapped.
"Excuse me? My roof, my rules. Don't boss your dad around, punk," I retorted.
"You're not my real dad," he mumbled, putting the earbud back in.
That...got to me. I subtly put my hands, one gloved, around his neck. He kept ignoring me. "Hey, pr*ck. You wanna try that again?" I chuckled.
He flipped his bang out of his face. "You wanna do 25 to life?" he asked.
"Don't make me get your mother," I warned, resting Lucille on my shoulder.
He looked up at me, sad and betrayed. I was taken aback by the sadness in his eyes. "Just go. You've done enough already," he murmured.
I was deeply saddened. I stopped strangling him. "Fine," I whispered. "I'll leave."
