Your mom is dead.

It was just a few hours ago. I was out looking for you, and with no one to help her... she just died in her sleep. Woman of my dreams... dead.

Look, I don't blame you for this. I don't know exactly what you were doing out here or what you were thinking. The police and doctors filled me in a little though.

I haven't had a drink all day. I finally woke up and came to my senses. I know you think I'm the biggest asshole in the world. It's... It's just that... you know all those years ago, being a fireman was the thing I really enjoyed doing. And ever since that accident with the department, I didn't think I'd ever enjoy my life again. And then your mom got sick, and that made things worse...

I just couldn't move on from it. I just started drinking, trying to forget about it, blaming you on all of it. By blaming you, kicking your ass around and making you feel worse and all that, I was just able to make myself feel a little better.

But now I'm finally manning up and owning up to it all. I never had any right to treat you that way and I'm sorry! Goddamn you, Andrew! You're the only thing I have left now! I know I fucked up before, but starting right this minute, I'm going to be a better father to you from now on!

The police don't have all the details. They just found your body near the gas station, and a bag of money near you, and the store owner was dead. What happened? Were you trying to rob that place?

I feel like if I were a better father, if you trusted me more, and if I didn't keep pushing you, none of this would have happened. We could have talked about it... or something.

You'll probably just be charged as a juvenile if you did it. When you wake up, we'll talk about it. We'll work something out. We're going to get through this. I promise.

Do you hear me? I'm a changed man now! I'm not going to drink anymore! I'm going to be the father you deserve! I'm sorry for everything! I'm fucking sorry!

I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

Author's Comments: Remember this scene from the movie? I remember it, though not the whole thing word-for-word. Two thoughts were going through my head at that time:

1) Good Lord! Could this guy be any more of a douchebag?

2) Dude, you really don't want to talk to him like that.

That scene was just... horrific! Poor Andrew! He SO didn't deserve any of that! So I'm going to sugar-coat it with my own little version here. I know I'm being romantic and unrealistic, but... I don't know, I'm just thinking here.

Now, I have been getting some requests and reviews saying to continue this story to how things may have turned out differently for Andrew, but I am not going to do that. This was just intended to be a oneshot. It started off as just a drabble that I decided to put up.

And besides, to be honest, I wouldn't really know where to go after this. I don't really know what would have happened after Richard said this. I don't know if maybe Andrew still would have felt really bad and went on that rampage, or if he and his Dad started having a better connection somehow, if he went to jail, or maybe if he fled the country or what. I don't know.

So yeah. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not going to write anymore to this story.