"Hey Sandy, is Seth home yet?" Ryan asked, coming in from the pool house.
"No. I thought he was outside with you."
"He didn't come out with us after school. He said he wasn't feeling well. I was just wondering, that's all." Ryan explained, shrugging.
"Hmm, that's kind of strange" Sandy said to himself, as Ryan left the room.
Kirsten appeared behind him, overhearing their conversation. A pang of guilt shot through her body, making her want to turn and run. She was too slow though…
"Hey honey. You haven't heard from Seth have you?"
Kirsten gulped, her mouth suddenly turning dry. She wanted to answer, but nothing was coming out.
"Honey…" Sandy said soothingly, walking towards her. He put his hands on her hips, looking into her eyes.
"We, ahh…we had a bit of a fight." She said croakily.
"What? What about?" he asked concerned.
"I..I can't tell you Sandy."
Sandy stepped back a bit. Kirsten had never said that to him before. She had always been able to talk to him. He suddenly realised how serious things were.
Kirsten turned, tears again coming to her eyes.
"Kirsten…wait…talk to me…" Sandy called to her back, but she had already gone.
Seth sighed, looking out at the waves rolling onto the beach. This was the only place where he could really think. No interruptions. He was confused as hell, but he need to sort himself out. He needed to sort himself before he returned home.
Kirsten poured herself another glass of wine as she sat outside. Seth had bolted, and it was all her fault. She longed to tell Sandy, but she couldn't. She didn't want to hurt another person that loved her.
Sandy watched his wife drinking, her eyes glazed over and her face with no expression. He heard a sudden noise behind him, and saw Seth throw his jacket on the couch and keep walking.
"Seth" he said, but got no reply.
"Seth" he said much more loudly, and sternly.
Seth turned around slowly, eyes fixed on the floor in front of him.
"What on earth did you do to your mother?" he asked.
Seth scoffed, shaking his head.
"Why don't you ask her?" he muttered.
"Seth" he shouted again. "Look at her. Whatever you did…it's obviously upset her."
Seth looked outside at his mother, and gulped back the lump now forming in his throat.
"Why is it automatically my fault? Maybe you should ask her what SHE did?"
"What is wrong with you?" he leaned forward, closer to his son. His eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were tear stained.
"Nothing…please just leave me alone"
Seth walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. Sandy sighed as he heard Seth turn his radio on. He wished someone would tell him what the hell was going on.