We Aren't So Different, You and Me

"Hey, babe. What's wrong?" I heard Lindsey ask Taylor as the back door opened.
"Ask your prick ass husband." I heard her growl in response.

I heard the click of Linds' heels on the concrete and soon she was standing over my shoulder as I watched B splash around in the pool. I sighed, anticipating her questionaire.

"Mind telling me what crawled up your daughter's ass?"
"Doesn't matter," I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair.
"The fuck it doesn't, Gerard. What did you say to piss her off?"
"I wasn't the one doing stupid shit, okay? That was all her."
"What do you mean?" She sat down next to me, lighting up a cigarette.
"She was sitting out here with Bandit and her shorts were off and--"
"I don't see how that's a problem. We have a pool, Gerard."
"That's not what I was mad about! She thinks it's okay to just-just carve obscenities into her skin and expects me not to worry about it!"
I looked over at Lindsey and was met with the coldest stare she'd have ever given me.

"So you thought it was okay to tell her that she should be medicated?"
"Clearly she needs to be, okay?"
"Clearly you need to be taken off of them, okay? Bandit doesn't lie, Gerard. She tells me every time you drink or get high." Her eyes pierced through mine like they were fucking daggers. I was fucking terrified.
"I'm 37 years old, Linds--"
"Then act like it."

She told B to get out of the pool and sauntered into the house, slamming the door shut behind her. I sighed, leaning my head into my hands. I was harsh on Taylor, I know that. But it's harsh on your family and friends when you do that shit, too. I stood up, stretched, and headed back inside. I passed Taylor's room and heard Lindsey telling her something but I couldn't hear it that well. I leaned against the door frame, trying to listen between the door, but still got muffled voices. I eventually gave up and headed back to my room, closing the door behind me.

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