Later that day Chloe went home to find Joyce in the kitchen as usual. She tried to avoid her mom by closing the door quietly, and walking up the stairs slow avoiding any creeks.

"Chloe" Joyce said. Her voice sounded broken, and worn out. "Shit" Chloe said in a whisper as she turned around and walked back down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mom it's me."

"Are you here to stay or just grabbing more of your stuff" Joyce sounding more blunt than attended.

"Uh, stay I guess. I mean David's gone right?"

Joyce took a deep breath placing her hands on the kitchen counter closing her eyes for a moment as she turned to her daughter.

"Do you ever just stop, and think about other people? Does it always have to be about you?"

Chloe stood confused placing her hand behind her neck as her mother spoke.

" Have you ever thought about how I feel. How my life changed too after that day. You think it was only for you? You don't think that it bothers me? That it still bothers me, that I don't think about it? I'm hurt too Chloe, I am. David was the only one helping me get through it,the only one to actually care. You took that away from me, because you chose to be angry at everyone except for the one person you should be angry at, yourself. You think your farther would want to see you acting this way? Blue hair, piercings, tattoos, drugs, alcohol? You think he would be okay with all these phases?"

Chloe held her tears, she never heard her mom talk this way before. Well kind of at least, she wasn't that detailed before. What was she to say. She felt like her mom was right, she was selfish at times.

"You think I wanted to kick David out? How am I supposed to feel now? I've lost too men now, maybe one is still alive, but he's away, and that almost feels the same. Even with all of that you want to know what hurts the most? Losing my first husband, and daughter on the same day, because this person right here is not the daughter I raised."

Chloe stood there she didn't need this, she didn't need this from anyone. She didn't need to explain herself to her mom or to anyone else who had something to say. "Glad you finally said how you really feel, took you long enough, but hey I lost my mom once she decided to bring in Sargent dick head into this house, so that makes us even." She chuckle to herself as she now has a few things to get out.

"It didn't seem to bother you much when that tool put his hands on me did it? But the moment David said I took something from him you're all up my ass about it. You say I'm selfish, but did you ever stop to think about how I feel when it comes to you getting together with another guy that's not dad, and asking me how I feel about it? Shouldn't I have some say?"

Joyce looked away and down at her hands that were still on the counter.

"Mom? Are you hearing me?"

Joyce didn't respond.

"I don't know why even try talking to you. I'm always wrong no matter what I say. I should have never come back here." Chloe scolded and walked away. She walked out the front door. She didn't want to deal with whatever emotion she was feeling right now. All she needed and wanted was a distraction, and she knew exactly what.

Chloe: Hey! meet at the lighthouse in 15mins?

Chloe: Don't tell Rachel come alone.