Dwayne: u already have

Dwayne: there’s another bedroom.

Dwayne: looks back at him blank and closes his door laying down in his socks*

Dwayne: looks down and punches a wall before ealking off into his room* I’m going to bed..

Dwayne: what did u do.

Dwayne: gets up with a lump in his throat and gets up following him silently*
Thanks))

Dwayne: squints at him* wait. How do u now I have anti depression pills..?

Dwayne: some what of

Dwayne: so being, don’t u dare lie

Dwayne: I’m a preist lie to me and that’s messed up

Dwayne: sits down and eats his food* what’s with the face?

Dwayne: walks back in* dinners ready

Dwayne: *finishes and walks up the stares about to come in the room*

- there was a razor blade with old blood on it and old bloody bandages and old cracked photos of his mom with pill bottles-

Dwayne: glares back* they have now

That’s like begging someone to touch it))

Dwayne: comes back with knife in hand from chopping onions* hey dinners almost ready and I forgot to say.... *jams knife into a drawer* don’t u dare look in there. *he has a glare as he takes it out and walks off cooking again*

Dwayne: almost finishes cooking*

Dwayne is 26))
Dwayne: cooks*

Dwayne: closes the door leaving and making spaghetti*