Erika laughed dryly. She couldn’t help it.
"Are you fucking serious right now?!"
She paused, unable to believe what Dylan was telling her.
"OH BOO FUCKING HOO, DYLAN. I didn’t know, okay? You didn’t say anything! I just figured he was another pig for the slaughter! Is this what you pissy mood has been about lately? Because I accidentally sabotaged your petty little revenge plan?!”
"How do you think I feel, huh?! What about my revenge?! Against the punks who killed my father? My brother?! What about my revenge against myself for not being able to keep my own goddamn baby alive?! You lost a friend, Dylan—but you didn’t lose everything! Shit happens, GET OVER IT. What do you want me to do? Say I’m fucking sorry? For doing what I was supposed to?! For not being able to read your goddamn mind?!”
"I DON’T WANT YOU TO DO ANYTHING!” The words were an explosion. His whole frame was shaking.
“THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOUR FAMILY OR YOUR BABY, ERIKA. This isn’t about any of that. Fuck! I’m not going to justify myself to you. The fact if that you fucked up and you can’t handle it. You can make all the excuses you want but you can’t say he didn’t fucking matter. He mattered most.”