We open the door and start walking to the dining room and to our surprise my parents are not sitting at the table with a whole army.
But the table, its nice and beautifully made so my parents may not be here physically but they're on their way.
"When will my parents be here"
As much as I'm not ready to have this conversation with them, I know that I can't avoid them forever.
"They'll be here tomorrow morning, they've got some business to take care of first"
"Must be important if their not here screaming my face off"
"I'll be here for you when it happens, like I'm always there for you"
"I wouldn't be so sure you will be Nick, but I appreciate that you would do that"
As much as I hate my parents, I know what they will do, it breaks my heart knowing it and that's blame Nick for everything. I'm just hoping that they won't punish him for what went down.
But nothing breaks my heart more then what he says next.
"Their going to burn me to a crisp aren't they"