I do not own any of these characters besides PJ. I really wanted to write some sort of a conflict in these one-shots, so I apologize if PJ is unlikable here.

He is 10 years of age in this chapter, and as you can guess, Lilly is not part of this chapter for...reasons, which are the result of PJ's change in behavior.

Isabella plucked her ears while she sat up, legs crossed on the bed she and her husband shared. She tried her best to drown out the loud screaming coming from downstairs. This was perhaps the second argument today, the 5th one this week, and...Isabella had lost count on how many fights her husband and son had.

The yelling sounding sort of like loud muffled through the bedroom floor, but Isabella could tell what they were screaming.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LISTEN FOR ONCE, SON?!"

"WELL, MAYBE NEXT TIME YOU CAN JUST GIVE ME A BREAK FOR ONCE, DAD!"

It was constant, and it seemed as if it were to never end. Every day for the past few weeks was like a cycle: PJ would find every little tiny reason to lash out at his father, his father would rebel against him, and they would bicker loudly until one of them would have had enough and would leave the scene before things got too intense.

Tears formed in Isabella's eyes as she had had enough. It was still 10 and Phineas was already having a SECOND fight with his son, and Isabella had reached her breaking point. She changed into her sleeveless pink jumper dress before she went over to her bed to pick up her phone. She needed help. Someone to help heal her family.

*ringing*

"Hello," the voice on the other line answered, only to be replied back with choking sobs coming from Isabella. "Isabella, are you okay?"

"Ferb, please come over," Isabella cried, breaking down into sobs.

In no time, Ferb changed into his dress shirt, purple tie, and vest before heading over to the Flynn House with his daughter Winnie by his side.

The two entered the Flynn lawn and walked up to the front door, and they both cringed as PJ and Phineas' yells became more clear.

Ferb hesitantly rang the doorbell. In no time, Isabella answered and quickly motioned the two to come inside. Isabella already had tears on her face as she shut the door.

"Aunt Izzie, what's up with them," Winnie wondered. Phineas and PJ were still going at it in the kitchen. The three peeked their heads in the kitchen as the father and son continued on. They were both in their sleepwear, with PJ's hair being a mess as he was in his purple pajamas, and Phineas's hair also messy as he wore a white shirt and black sweatpants.

"How about you shut your mouth every now and then, Dad?! At least you'll give me a break!" PJ spoke loudly.

"Give you a break! I provided you a home, food, and everything single thing you own! If anything, you should give me a BREAK!" Phineas fired back, before scoffing. "You know, you are very lucky to have your father around. I have never been close to my real father, and he left when I was 8!"

PJ's eyes widened for a moment before they became fierce again. "Well...GOOD," he spat out loudly.

Phineas was shocked and pained to hear his son say this. "Excuse me?" He spoke with strain in his voice.

"You turned out alright after your father left you! Why don't you do me a favor...AND LEAVE?!"

Ferb and Winnie both gasped in shock at PJ's statement. With that, Isabella stormed into the kitchen, and if looks could kill, PJ would have dropped dead.

"Phineas Junior, how could you say that?!" Isabella hollered. PJ was shocked to see his mother get up in his face like that. PJ then looked crossly at his father, and instantly knew he went too far with his words, judging by the devastated and heartbroken look on his father's face.

"Dad...I...I-"

PJ couldn't continue on, as his father's eyes shifted from shock to that of sad acceptance as to what his son had just said. He turned and walked upstairs to the master bedroom. PJ then looked to his right, only to see the cold and icy glares his mother and uncle were giving him, followed by the 'oh, you messed up' smug look by his cousin.

Before Isabella could open her mouth, PJ darted up the stairs and into his own room. He shut and locked the door before hopping face-first onto his bed so he could muffle his screams into his pillow. Tears of rage, sorrow and a pinch of guilt streamed down his cheeks like waterfalls.

PJ stayed in his room for the remainder of the day before falling asleep.

The next morning, PJ awoke to the sounds of what appears to be someone...crying? He was confused. He rubbed his eyes as he got up and out of his room before heading down the stairs. He found his mother sitting at the kitchen table, crying in her hands.

"Mom?"

Isabella looked up and sobbed at the sight of her son. She couldn't continue on. PJ went over to her and rub her back to console her. Isabella didn't lift her head up. She just lifted a folded note that was in her hand. PJ was confused before taking the letter and opening it up to read the contacts. What he read made his stomach clench, his pupils shrunk, and tears began to form.

Son,

I wish you the best. Please be good to your mother, and I hope you don't blame yourself too much for this. After all, this is what you wanted, right?

Goodbye forever. I'll see you on the other side.

Love, Dad

Oh no! Phineas, come back! Don't be like this! Oh, damn you PJ!

Anyway, see you in Part two.