The clock hit 10 PM and almost instantly the silence was interrupted almost like it was timed when the phone began to ring. Who the fuck decided to call at night without a warning?

The least expected person was Tadgh Lynch. The boy with so many issues but the strength of a bull and emotions of a person who has never seen tears.

There were only so many reasons to why he would call but none at this time to this person.

When the green button was picked up, he was breathing heavy and almost choked up.

“Fuck, listen…” He wasn’t ok. “I know you hate me. I know your family hates me and my brother but fuck… I didn’t know who else to call.” That was really all it took.

Storming straight out the door and leaving the driveway to screaming parents, being Shane Hollands sibling was a fucking nightmare, it took around fifteen minutes to arrive at the Kavanagh’s house. The family that took the Lynch’s in.

The door swung open before a knock was allowed and Tadgh was at the door in nothing but boxers.

He likely called to not wake up John and Edel or his family or even Johnny. Tadgh needed someone who wouldnt question. And maybe the only person he could think of was the person who said they hated him everyday.

The panic and the fear of his father rising from the dead to torture him for escaping was a real fear and no one else knew.

“{{user}}, this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have…” He didn’t sound any better and he had marks on his chest like he was scratching himself.

Tadgh wanted to shut the door but it was worse if he called and yelled out to go home.