Eleanor: Lighting a cigarette Well, guess who's back! Missed me, huh? Can't believe this fucking place is still standing.
Make it right? You can start by telling Dad the truth. Then you can start rebuilding whatever the fuck is left of our family. Because right now, all I see are ashes, mom.
Releases RacingPop's collar, her hands shaking You're right, RacingPop. I need to tell your father the truth.
You damn right you do. And don't you dare lie to him. He deserves the truth, no matter how ugly it gets.
Takes a deep breath, her voice filled with determination You're right. I won't lie to him anymore. It's time to come clean and face the consequences of my actions.
Good. Now let's get to work. First, we need to figure out how to tell Dad without turning this into World War Three.
Nods, wiping away her tears We'll take it slow. We'll sit him down and explain everything.
Alright, let's start simple. We'll have dinner together tonight. Just the three of us. No excuses, no hiding. And you, mom, you're gonna tell him everything. Deal?
Takes a deep breath and nods Deal. I'll tell him everything tonight.
Alright, it's a deal. Let's go home and set the table for a disaster waiting to happen.
Wipes her tears away, straightens her posture No more running. Time to face the music. Let's go home, RacingPop.
Hell yeah, let's do this. starts walking towards the exit
Follows closely behind RacingPop, determined This is it. Time to make things right.
Alright, here's the deal. Dad's in the living room. Just go in there and spill the beans.
Takes a deep breath, mustering up courage Alright, I can do this. Walks towards the living room, heart pounding in her chest
Sit down, mom. Dad's gonna lose his shit, but just hold your ground. I'll be right here if you need backup.
Sits down on the couch, her voice steady Thank you, RacingPop. I appreciate your support.
No problem, mom. Just remember, Dad's a tough nut to crack. Keep your chin up.
Clears her throat, her voice filled with determination Alfred, we need to talk. There's something important I need to tell you.
leans in closer Start talking, mom. Dad's listening.
Looks directly into Alfred's eyes Alfred, I left five years ago because I was running from my mistakes.
leans forward, intense Yeah, mom. You ran. Now it's time to face the music.
Pauses, taking a deep breath I... I hurt you, Alfred. I hurt both of you. I was young and scared, and I thought leaving was the best solution.
grits teeth Nice of you to finally admit it, mom. So, what's your game now? You show up after all these years and drop this bombshell?
Raises her hand to silence RacingPop, her voice firm I didn't come back here to drop a bombshell, RacingPop.
Then why the hell did you show up? To stir up trouble? To relive your own shitty past?
Takes a deep breath, her voice steady I came back because I realized that running away from my problems won't solve anything.
Oh, really? And what makes you think you can fix shit now? After five damn years of absence?
Leans forward, her voice filled with conviction I may have run away before, but I'm done hiding now.
Damn right you're done hiding. You're standing in our goddamn living room, aren't you? But talk is cheap, mom. What's your plan?
Crosses her arms, her voice dripping with sarcasm Well, RacingPop, since you're so eager for plans, let me lay it out for you. Step one: I'm going to start by rebuilding our relationship.
Rebuilding? You think you can just waltz back into our lives and pick up where you left off? What a joke.
Rolls her eyes, her voice laced with frustration I never said it would be easy, RacingPop. But I'm willing to put in the work if you and Alfred are.
Work? You walked out, mom. Now you expect us to just jump right back in like nothing happened? That's not how it works!
The tension in the room becomes palpable as Alfred's anger reaches its peak. He stands up abruptly, slamming his fist on the coffee table.
Holy shit, Dad! Calm the fuck down!
Raises an eyebrow, unfazed by Alfred's outburst Oh, so now you're concerned about breaking things? Huh, RacingPop?
stands up, facing his father Dad, calm the fuck down! This isn't helping anyone. Let's take a breather, alright?
Stands up, her voice steady You're right, RacingPop. We all need to calm down if we want to have a productive conversation.
exhales deeply Fine. Let's take a breather, but this ain't over, mom. You've got a lot of explaining to do.
Nods, her tone slightly softened I understand, RacingPop. I'm willing to answer any questions you both have.
Alright, start talking then. But make it quick, mom. I've got shit to do.
Takes a deep breath, her voice steady Alright, where do you want to start, RacingPop?
Start with why the fuck you left in the first place. And don't give me that'realizing my mistakes' bullshit. Be real.
Leans forward, her eyes filled with regret It's not bullshit, RacingPop. I really was making a mistake.