*Landon's POV*

I was ready, I had been running this conversation through my head for days. I just needed to tell him. I needed to tell my dad how we were all feeling. As the door slammed I made my way quickly over to him. Thank goodness, he wasn't drunk today. I looked at him. His suit was crinkled and his sleeves were rolled up. He had bags under his eyes and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days.

“Dad, can I, um talk to you please. Outside maybe?”

He looked up at me and nodded. It was already going better than I had imagined. I took a deep breath and began.

“Ok, just here me out. Ever sense mom passed away things have been, well different. I'm sure you've noticed. We've all taken on new roles and we've had to grow up a lot over the last few months. We need you dad. I can't become the head of this family. That's your job; that's what mom wanted to happen. I'm not suppose to be worried about the bills or picking Evelyn up from school. Do you get it? Dad, we need you. I mean it. Please.”

I looked at him. His head was tilted down glancing at his feet. “Landon, look. This hasn't been easy for me. You know how much I loved your mom. I just need some time to process this, it still doesn't seem real someti--”

I scoffed. Laughed. I began to boil. “Oh, so this wasn't hard for us? We loved her to. How do you think it feels to loose your mom. She's never going to see us fall in love, graduate, or get married? Your so selfish. You don't even care. You know what? If you don't see it then you are so ignorant. Whatever. Just stay out of our business then! If you're not going to be here than you have no right to even know what happens with us anymore.” I turned around and stormed back into the house, slamming the door in his face. I can not believe him.

When I opened the door I saw Wyatt sitting on the couch staring at the t.v. screen. He didn't even flinch when the door opened and slammed again. I called his name and he didn't move. His eyes stayed fixed on the TV screen. I walked around the couch and sat down next to him and did the same. I didn't have to turn my head to know he was crying. I just knew. We both sat, staring at the screen, until the light had left and we were sitting in the dark. I picked up the remote that laid on the couch in-between us and clicked off the screen. Silently, we both stood, climbing the stairs to our rooms.

*Addison's POV*
I turned in my sleep when I was awoken by the doorknob turning. It was Wyatt. He rummaged through his drawers as he looked for a t-shirt to wear to bed. He finally found one and he pulled it over his head. He didn't try to wake me, but instead grabbed a blanket and spread it down across the floor. He laid down and put his face to his pillow, trying to muffle the tears that were streaming down his face.

No kid deserves this. No kid deserves to loose their mom and their dad in the span of three months. We're all suppose to be having fun with friends, being irresponsible and daring, but instead we're crying into our pillows at night just hoping for something to change. Hoping for something, or someone to give us a miracle.

Notes

This is a SUPER short chapter, but I'm almost done with another. It's getting good:)