"Dad, I can't believe you signed me up to a high school for preforming arts! Miles and miles away! A boarding school! I told you, I don't want to do that!" 

Eleven year old you was listening to your fourteen year old brother Cole argue with your father from your bedroom upstairs.

"Cole, it's for the best-" started Lou but Cole cut him off.

"No! I refuse!" 

"You don't have a choice Cole Lilly Brookstone,"

"This is bullshit!" 

"Language mister!"

"No. You and your stupid fucking dance and motherfucking singing and shit can go die slowly and painfully in hell!"

"COLE!" 

Cole walked out and slammed the door behind him.

He didn't come back.