It's crazy that this story has already reached 25 chapters! Thank you all for supporting me in this journey of writing my first fanfic! Kind of reluctant to release this chapter because it's wayyy out there, but I think it's going to bring up some good stuff. So in the words of Tim Riggins, no regrets!

TW (just to be safe)- abuse/fighting

The next morning, Tim laid in bed for over an hour to avoid having to see his dad. He finally got up and ventured into the living room. Billy was still asleep in his room, and his dad was putting golfballs in the back yard. Tim searched for a piece of paper and pen on the cluttered bar. He eventually settled for a napkin, and wrote "going to weight room" on it in his sloppy handwriting. He grabbed his keys and hurried out of there before his dad noticed him. As he walked past the kitchen trashcan, he noticed a Crown Royal bottle had been thrown away. Billy doesn't drink crown, whose could that be? Tim thought.

Tim made it to the weight room and began lifting. Coach always encouraged them to lift, and it was a good way for Tim to relieve stress. He lost track of time, and a couple hours later Billy walked in the weight room.

"Tim what are you doing?" Billy shouted. Tim finished what he was doing and put the weight back on the wrack.

"Lifting," He simply replied.

"You dad came to watch you play and catch up with you, and you go and disappear for three hours, not to mention you're completely rude to him."

"He's your dad too," Tim sassed. "And wasn't it you that didn't want him to come the last time?"

"Tim, he's sober now and it's just until State."

"No Billy, he's not!" Tim shouted.

"How do you know?"

"I could smell alcohol on his breath at the game last night and there was an empty crown bottle in the trash," Tim reported. Billy didn't know how to respond, Tim definitely paid more attention to detail than he did. "So unless you started drinking crown."

"Look Tim, I'm not happy he's here either. We just gotta make the best of it and hope he leaves soon," Billy replied. "Just show the man some respect make the time he is here pleasant, that's all I'm asking."

"Respect? How did he earn my respect? He didn't want to take care of me after mom left so he just pawned me off on you," Tim vented. "Whatever, I'll try," he added after receiving a glare from his brother.

Tim and Billy returned back to their house to find their dad sitting on the couch red solo cup in hand. Tim sent Billy an I-told-you-so look. Maybe Tim is right?

"Hey boys!" Walt greeted. "How was the weight room Tim?"

"Good," Tim mumbled sitting the bag of burgers he had picked up from the Alamo Freeze on the bar. "There's plenty if you want one," Tim added pulling a burger from the bag and unwrapping it.

"So, Tim catch me up. Tell me about school, your girlfriend, something."

"School is school. Julie's great," Tim simply answered.

"So you two are pretty serious?" Walt asked.

"Oh yeah, they're pretty serious," Billy answered for Tim. "He got her pregnant!" Tim sent a glare in Billy's direction and clenched his answer. Thanks a lot Billy! Tim thought.

"Are you serious Timothy?" Walt questioned. Tim reluctantly nodded, hiding behind his long hair. "I thought I raised you better than that!"

"You didn't raise me!" Tim shouted. "You pawned me off on Billy when he turned 18! You were too busy drowning your sorrows in booze to raise me!"

"You have no right to say that!" Walt yelled, pushing Tim up against the wall.

"Hey! Quit!" Billy shouted trying to get them to stop fighting. "Stop it!"

"But it's the truth, and I will be a better father than you ever thought about being!" Tim yelled back at his dad. This angered Walt even more, causing his to push Tim to the ground. As he fell, his arm knocked empty beer bottles off of the coffee table causing them to shatter around him. Tim stood back up. He's so drunk.. I'm just gonna get up and leave.

"DO NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY!" Walt screamed shoving him down again, this time Tim's face caught the edge of the coffee table. He held his hand protectively against the side of his face that had caught the edge of the table. By the time Tim got up, Billy had Walt restrained, and Tim left the house without a word.

Tim got in his truck. He could feel his head pounding. He could taste the blood coming from his busted lip, and feel it running down the side of his face from the gash above his eye. He instinctively drove to the place he thought of as his safety net - the Taylor house.

Phew, that was pretty wild, but I'm excited for where it will take us. Please let me know what ya'll think. Until next time...