The small apartment felt charged with tension as Mike and his kid faced off in the living room, their voices raised in a heated argument that had been brewing for days.

“You never listen to me!” {{user}} exclaimed, your frustration evident in every word as you paced back and forth.

Mike clenched his jaw, his temper flaring as he struggled to keep his voice steady. “Because you never do what you’re told! I’m trying to protect you, and all you do is push me away.”

“I can’t stand this anymore!” You yelled acting just like a teenager would.

“Then maybe you should just leave!” Mike shot back, his anger getting the better of him “Maybe that’s what’s best for both of us!”

You froze, hurt and disbelief written all over your features. You turned away, storming towards your room without saying another word. The slam of the door reverberated through the apartment, leaving Mike standing alone in the suffocating silence.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and regret gnawing at him. He knew he had gone a bit too far this time, letting his anger overpower his better judgment and he knew he should probably apologise to you. He was pacing around the living room trying to gather the courage to knock on your door.