….“They’re mine, and I’ll do whatever I want with them, so why don’t you take your self righteous superiority complex and FUCK OFF!” Stuart spits venomously, his lips curling over his screwed up nose while Michael smiles nervously as he stares across the room and into his brothers sleep deprived eyes.
“I-I-I, I wish I could, I wish,” he says as he looks up at the light, tears gently cascading down his cheeks. “I wish I could just walk away and let you ruin the last memories of her that exist, b-but I can’t.”
“What the fuck are you talking about now? Are you going on about Mum again?”
“YOU DON’T GET IT DO YOU!” he bellows as he slaps the table with open hands and stares with wide rage filled eyes, then as quickly as he exploded, he slowly sits back down again, loosening the collar of his shirt and nervously sponging the sweat from his brow with a stain handkerchief while he clears his throat. “You don’t get it, do you? You sit there spewing forth with your holier than thou attitude but you just don’t see what you have. You don’t understand the importance of those memories housed inside that thick FUCKING skull of yours!….”