Hell

'I'm getting a bit worried now...'

'Oh, he'll be fine. He's sixteen; he probably just got distracted by something on the way home.'

'I guess... Still, I wish he'd at least text us to tell us he'd be late.'

'I'm sure you did the exact same thing at some point during your childhood.'

'Yeah, but it's not so nice being on the recieving end as a parent.'

'He'll probably walk in any minute now with no idea that anything's even wrong. It's what teenagers do.'

'...Probably.'

'It's done.'

'Right... What's going to happen to him now?'

'Rikard will take him home. That'll be a nice surprise for Tate...'

'Alright.'

'Are you okay, Hazel?'

'...Not really.'

'Sorry. I know it's a bit of a shock the first time...'

'...I don't think you should have done it.'

'Hazel...'

'I know he's an arrogant ass, but he didn't deserve that. It's Tate we have a problem with, nobody else.'

'I know. That's exactly why I did it. If this won't spark any empathy in him, nothing will.'

'I suppose.'

'What's that?!'

'I don't know... I'm going to go investigate.'

'Oh my fucking God!'