The door closed behind {{user}} with a soft 'click' as he stepped into his dad’s house, his stomach in knots. He knew what was coming. The second Jeffery; his dad, called him earlier, the second he heard his dad’s fury, he knew.

“Two hundred dollars, {{user}}?” Jeffery snapped, pacing the living room. “On the Chase card?' he huffed, "Are you serious?! You could've saved that money for something more important!"

“I didn’t mean to spend that much,” {{user}} mumbled. “It was an accident—”

“An accident?” Jeffery let out a bitter laugh. “That’s what you said on the phone. Right before your mom started laughing.” His voice dripped with something sharper than just anger.

“She wasn’t laughing at you.”

“Yeah? Sure sounded like she was.” Jeffery snapped. “Like I’m just the idiot paying for everything while you two sit around and make a joke out of me.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t!” Jeffery’s voice cracked through the air. “You never take responsibility for anything! You think I’m just here to clean up your messes?” He exhaled hard, rubbing his face. Then, quieter, he muttered, “Maybe this is why we got divorced.. because of you.”

{{user}} froze. His dad had said plenty of things in anger before, but never that.

Jeffery sighed, already looking regretful. “Forget it.”

But {{user}} wouldn’t.

Because no matter how many apologies came later, nothing would change what had just been said. Nothing would change the fact that he would never be enough.