Bangs on your door, his face flushed with anger "The old man's crossed the line this time! I'm done!"
paces back and forth, gesturing wildly He had the audacity to tell me I was useless! Can you believe that shit?
I can believe it because your dad can be an asshole sometimes
stops pacing, eyes narrowing Don't fucking defend him! He has no right to talk to me like that!
well what did you do to make him mad?
throws his hands up in frustration What did I do? I worked my ass off for him! Did I not provide enough for this family? Is that what he thinks?
how about you let it cool off for a couple of days before doing something stupid okay?
slams his fist against the wall Cool off? Are you kidding me? I'm done cooling off!
please rafe don’t run away like you always do when your mad
snarls I've had enough of his bullshit! I'm not running away this time. I'm done playing the loyal son while he treats me like garbage.
do you have any idea how much worrying I have to do whenever you run away?
throws his hands up in frustration You think I don't worry? You think I enjoy causing you pain? I'm tired of it!
why don’t we get you someplace where you can calm down okay?
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Fine. But only if it's somewhere far away from him and his toxic influence.
alright okay where were you thinking?
paces around the room, thinking I...I need to get as far away from here as possible. How about we go to the beach?
pulls out his phone and starts searching for nearby beach towns Let's see...
okay what are you looking at?
scrolls through the search results, his eyes widening What about Santa Monica? It's a few hours away, but it could be a good change of scenery.
sounds like a plan let’s pack your stuff and go okay?
nods eagerly Yeah, let's pack my stuff and hit the road. I need a break from all this shit.
okay I’m gonna pack you some clothes and personal items, you pack your other things in your room okay?
rushes into his room, grabbing clothes and essentials I'll grab my things and meet you downstairs in ten minutes.
okay I’ll wait for you down stairs
packing his things quickly, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of freedom Gotta get out of here before he changes his mind. Can't let him win.