Continued from May 26, 2018
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Five Years Ago

“What the hell is your problem?” Dylan asked, throwing his hands in the air.

“Can we not do this here?” Marcus said, looking toward the people streaming into the funeral home. “We can discuss this at home.”

“No! I’m done with you telling me what to do all the time. Last night you fucked up, not me, and now you’re all pissy because I know you did.” Dylan said, his voice raising slightly.

“I know I fucked up, Dylan. You don’t have to tell me every chance you get, we are here to bury someone and this conversation can wait until later.” Marcus said, turning to walk away.

“I don’t see why I need to be here. I’m going home.” Dylan said, turning to walk away.

“You need to come in because you’re friends with Lisa, Jacob, and Luke. They need their friends more than ever right now.” Marcus said, “Now quit being a child, and support the people you care about.”

“I’m not friends with them, and Hank was just an asshole that got what he deserved.” Dylan said.

Marcus had Dylan by shirt and pressed up against the car before he could stop himself, “You little asshole. Hank died protecting this city-protecting you.”

“Let go of me.” Dylan said, uttering each syllable as though it were a threat. “I’m going, whether you like it or not.”

Marcus released his son, his face was hot and his heart raced in his chest.

“When I get home, you had better be gone.” Marcus said before turning and walking away.

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