“I found her there this morning when I came home,” he says, sighing. “And I really wasn’t happy, mate.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I told you not to treat me like an idiot.”
I raise my hands.
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do. I’m going to go for a walk. I might be back in ten minutes, maybe more…”
“Look, I have no intention of turning up at your house.”
“Do you want me to hold your hand? Do you want me to walk you over, protect you…?”
“Absolutely not,” I respond, overly confident. “But, you know, if you were there too, maybe she…”
“What a loser,” he says, opening the door and slamming it shut.
I get out of the car, too.
He prods his finger against me and says: “This is your last chance, then it’s your problem. I don’t want to get involved in my mum’s life.”
“So why are you getting involved, then?”
“Because she doesn’t need you. But you, Ryan – you need her.”
“Me? I don’t need anything. I’m fine like this.”
He smiles at me smugly.
“You’re already fucked, mate. Completely fucked.”
