#arguingtw

Stella: I just cannot believe this. How could you have been so irresponsible, Steven? Steve: Irresponsible?! Stella, Emmy is almost 18 years old. What would you have had me do, watch over her like a hawk at all times? Stella: You know she’s prone to fleeing when she’s scared! You’re her father, if you paid attention, none of this would have happened. Steve: Paid att-- Seriously, Stella? We get much worse storms in Brindleton. How was I supposed to know the worst storm in Breitchester was going to hit the one weekend out of the year we visited? I didn’t expect this to scare her the way it did. Richard: Have you ever heard of checking the weather, sonny? Stella: -sighs- Thank you, Dickie. Very helpful. Steve, how am I supposed to be okay with Emmaline being all the way in that dinky seaside town of yours if you can’t even keep her safe right under my own nose? I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to take her back with you to Brindleton. Steve: -shouting- Absolutely not! I am her father, you cannot just... demand to take her from me because you have some warped sense of duty to Patti! Stella: -dangerously low- We will not be discussing Patricia. Past transgressions aside, I am doing what I think is best for my granddaughter. Unlike you, her father. Emmy: -to herself- You’re okay, Emmy. Breathe. You’re okay. Steve: How dare you, Stella?! I have only done my best for Emmaline, for Patti. You always hated me, and for no reason! Patti and I raised a beautiful little girl, and you can’t get your head out of your ass for long enough to see that! Emmy: -takes a deep breath- No, you’re not okay. Fuck. Steve: Emmy will be returning with me to Brindleton. End of discussion. You do not have custody of her, so you cannot keep her here. Besides, she’s nearly 18. I’d be interested to hear what she thinks about all this. Stella: Wh-- How dare-- Emmy: Fuck. Okay, you can do this. Just breathe. Emmy: Dad? Steve: Emmy! We--we thought you were asleep. Emmy: I can’t exactly sleep with all the shouting down here. Steve: R-right. We’re sorry, kiddo. Emmy: Stop fighting. Stella: What? Emmy: Nana, Pop-Pop, I’m going home with Dad. So stop arguing about it. There’s nothing that will change my mind, okay? Stella: But sweetheart-- Emmy: No, Nana. No means no. I’m going to bed.

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