DISCLAIMER: This is a ROUGH DRAFT of vol. 2 in the series No!" I pushed him, "You call me immature yet you and my father cant even do anything with one another that isn't business related without wanted to shoot one another-" "DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?!" He screamed. "I don't give any fucks Elena! I don't give a fuck about your father, your brother, your mother, your sister...I DON'T CARE!" He walked to his desk and pulled out his gun, putting it on his hip. "I need space." He suddenly said. It felt like someone punched me in my chest, "W-What?" I whispered. "You heard me." He snarled. "I need some fucking space." "Space from what...From who?" I blurted out. "From you." He said. "From this." He pointed to the both of us. 11/13/19 #88 in Sad.