“Dammit Sean. Tell me whats wrong!” Hilary couldn’t take it. Her anger, taking me by surprise, causes my head to snap to her. My mother is in tears again and I hadn’t even noticed her.

I glare at Hilary,”Why should I tell you?”

“Because I care!”

“Not enough to leave me alone.”

“Dammit Sean. I may not love you, but I sure as hell care about you. Just stop it, and talk to me!”

“I can’t talk to you about it. I can’t talk to you about anything. You don’t care. You shouldn’t care. I don’t care!” I scream my reply, and an unquestionable fury arced across her face.

“Don’t tell me I don’t fucking care. I broke into your window to get into your house. I fucking ran around till I found the bathroom door. I fucking Kicked the Door off of it’s hinges to get to you. I used my shirt as something to hold your arm closed with. I was covered in your FUCKING BLOOD ! I waited with you, horrified you would die in my arms. THINKING YOU MIGHT DIE BECAUSE OF ME . Don’t you DARE tell me I don’t care about you. Don’t you DARE .”