No sooner had Bailey crept into the house, then he felt Charlie's strong hands grab him and throw him up against the wall.

"Bailey, what the Hell do you think you're doing?"

"What?" protested Bailey.

"Driving drunk? God!"

Bailey tried to get away from Charlie as he yelled, "What? I am not…." However, he stopped struggling when he saw a dejected Will standing in the living room, his left eye black. "What'd you tattle on me, man?"

"You stupid, stupid, son of a bitch! What were you thinking about?" Charlie bellowed. Bailey winced, but looked up into his older brother's red face and saw the tears and pain he had caused. "Like every day in this house does not say to you, 'You do not drink and then get behind the wheel.'"

"Okay," Bailey said remorsefully.

"Like you need to be told!" Charlie slammed Bailey against the wall again and then released him.

"Okay! Fine. You made your point." Bailey turned to Will and seethed, "Thanks a lot."

"Bay, come on! I was worried. Look, I know this is hard. I know you're going through some stuff, but you don't have to do it alone." Will followed Bailey as he stormed away, "So you are just going to shut everyone out?"

"Yeah, I just might."

"Why? I don't get it," Will persisted.

But Charlie pushed around him, "I'll tell you this, Bailey. I am not going let you self-destruct. I am not going to let you kill yourself."

Bailey grinned, looking up at his brother. "That's funny. That… that is hysterical. You know why? Because I said the same thing. The exact same thing. You know what? You can say it. And you can mean it, but the truth is there is nothing, nothing that you can do about it."

"Not true, Bailey. I know exactly what I am going to do about it," roared Charlie, as he stormed up the stairs after his little brother. Over his shoulder, he called, "Thank you, Will, but go home now. I'll take care of Bailey."