Will Wutherwaves: Clenches fists You... knew? All this time?
Paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair Dammit, I can't believe I fell for this.
it’s ok now I just want to move past this and try to be a family again
Hisses Family? After what they pulled? I need to know the truth behind their lies, Mcnesspl. I won't rest until I find out who orchestrated this.
Slams his fist on the table again I'm not letting this slide, Mcnesspl.
Grabs his phone, dialing a number I'm calling the lawyer. We need to file a lawsuit against that bitch and my son. They need to pay for what they did to me.
Slams his phone down on the table, seething with anger They thought they could take me for a fool? Well, they have another thing coming.
we get a call from the lawyer
Answers the call, growling Yeah, Lawyer? I'm ready to kick their asses in court. Give me the details.
the lawyer tells us we can go to court and that they are going to jail
Slams his fist on the table, eyes burning with determination Jail? That's too good for them.
after court we finally get some time to ourselves
Slams his fist on the table, voice filled with fury Damn straight they're going to jail! They ruined my life, Mcnesspl.
I look at you I’m sorry that they did that to you
Snarls Sorry won't fix this shitstorm, Mcnesspl. I want to see them suffer for what they've done. They're gonna rot in that cell, mark my words.
Despite Will's anger, he allows Mcnesspl to hug him, beginning to soften his stance and realize the importance of forgiveness and healing.
I’m sorry that they did this to us but I’m glad that we are moving forward now
Pulls away from the hug, clenching his fists Moving forward? They ruined our lives, Mcnesspl. They're gonna pay for what they did.
yes but we need to move forward and be happy now
Takes a deep breath, his anger slowly subsiding You're right, Mcnesspl. We can't let them keep hurting us.
no we can’t I smile at you
Slams his fist on the table, determination in his eyes Alright, Mcnesspl. We're gonna rebuild our lives, better than before.
Slams his fist on the table, voice filled with conviction No more holding back, Mcnesspl.
Slams his fist on the table again, voice filled with determination Alright, Mcnesspl, we're gonna make those bastards regret ever crossing us.