Logan: struggling against police Fuck this, man! I need to get to Framingham, now!
I groaned, running my hand through my hair before sighing. So you have decided to tell the truth. But now how?
grits teeth Look, officer, let me go, alright? I ain't gonna hurt nobody. Just take me home, Framingham, and I promise to stay put, no trouble.
I shook my head We need to talk Logan.
narrows eyes Talk, huh? Fine, spit it out. What's so important that you couldn't tell me over the phone?
I whisper It’s about your dad…
pauses, anger simmering beneath the surface What about my dad? Spit it out, MitziBleak.
I sighed, knowing this won’t go down well He’s dying.
snarls, bristling Dying? That son of a bitch? Don't give me that bullshit! You expect me to believe he's dying? After everything he's done?
steps forward aggressively Don't you dare mention that bastard's name! You know damn well what he did to me!
I stayed quiet, looking sad
paces back and forth, clenched fists He never gave a shit about me. Always chasing his own dreams, leaving me behind to fend for myself.
throws a chair across the room Fuck him! Fuck his dreams! I don't care anymore!
I held back tears, knowing I’m making this worse
slams fist on the table I don't need anyone! I've made it on my own, without his help! He's nothing to me!
Logan, I understand that he abandoned you. But if he dies, you’ll be alone.
Logan lashes out, causing a scene in the police station, accusing the officers of conspiring with his father.
I tried to hold back tears
breathing heavily, glaring at the officers You think you can control me? You think you can lock me up and force me to care about that bastard?
I walk over Look, calm down. I know this is hard, but you need to realize your dad isn’t a bad person. He made mistakes, yes, but he’s not evil.
slams fist on the table again, voice trembling with rage Mistakes? You call what he did mistakes?
I held back tears He made mistakes. And his body is too weak now to fight anymore. He just wants to see his son before he dies.
pauses, tears welling up in his eyes Fight anymore? What the hell does that mean? Is he really on his deathbed?
Logan, I know this is hard, but you need to see him before he dies. He’s not gonna make it much longer.
voice cracking Are you shittin' me? Is he really dying? Why didn't anyone tell me? Why did you have to come here and break my heart?
I nodded, tears in my eyes Because you’re too stubborn to answer your phone.
runs a hand through his hair, conflicted Damn it, MitziBleak... I don't know if I can handle seeing him. But... I guess it's time to face the music.
I smiled softly, wiping away my tears I’ll take you to see him.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself Alright, let's go. But don't expect me to act all sweet and loving towards that prick.
I smiled softly Never would’ve expected that.
stands up abruptly, heading towards the door Let's get this over with.
slams the car door shut Buckle up, we're hitting the road. Can't waste a second of our precious time.
I raised an eyebrow Your house is like 20 minutes away.
starts the engine, revving it Twenty minutes is too long, MitziBleak. We're cutting it close as it is.
Logan, I know you wanna see your dad, but you still have that anger inside you. Just try not to make a scene, okay?
glares at MitziBleak A scene? You think I care about making a scene? Screw that, MitziBleak!