Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2016 23:13:53 GMT
”Bryan? … Bryan?”
He did it.
Bryan Williams was able to silence the critics on his return to 4CW, and pick right up where he left off. Solomon Shea was quick to try and get into his head, but Bryan fought valiantly.
”Are you even paying attention right now? Look at me.”
The old man slams his fist on the table, breaking Bryan’s concentration. Everybody in the diner seems to pause for a moment, but things quickly go back to normal.
Bryan stirs the ice in his drink, as he looks down at the table. The diner’s atmosphere is a bit tense, as the old man sits across from him. Nothing for him, no food or drink to distract him from this conversation. He stares at Bryan intently, waiting for his son to look him in the eyes. He smirks, but Bryan doesn’t move an inch.
Bryan: "So what do you need?”
Mr. Williams: "What kind of question is that?”
It was Bryan’s turn to chuckle, looking and avoiding the man in front of him. Bryan stares around the restaurant, the families all packed into their tiny booths. School was starting soon, one last summer hurrah for a lot of these people.
Bryan: "You told me on the phone you needed something, what is it?”
Bryan’s voice was cold, he continued to avoid looking his father in the face.
Mr. Williams: "This is a nice city, are you finally going to settle in here?”
Bryan: "What do you know?”
Mr. Williams: "I know that you fucked up royally in Atlantic City, I definitely know that.”
Frustrated with how the conversation is going, it was Bryan’s turn to slam his fist into the table. Louder, harder than before, the diner quickly growing silent again.
Mr. Williams: "You need to calm do-”
Bryan: "What do YOU WANT?!”
The rising fury with Bryan’s voice seems to throw everyone off, there is no return to the routine now. The old man sits there with a stunned look on his face, mostly from embarrassment.
Mr. Williams: "Let me remind you that I cleaned your mess, I did you a favor. If you want to sit there and keep acting like a shit, then I can go back and undo everything I did. All of your problems that I took care of, the people that you pissed off. Do you understand the strings I had to pull to keep you from being in trouble? You can’t just do what you did and get away scott free. Maybe you want trouble again. Do you want that? Huh? Do you want that for you and Ta-”
Bryan finally looks up, looking the old man in the eyes.
Bryan: "You don’t talk about her. You leave us alone, do you understand? Don’t call me anymore.”
Mr. Williams: "I will call when I want, you need to be constantly reminded of your failures here. You think you’re just going to run forever?”
Bryan: "I know what I did.”
Bryan’s tone firm, his gaze doesn’t break.
Bryan: "I know that you were there, but that doesn’t excuse you from the other times you weren’t. I’m doing this without you, I’ve been doing this without you. You suddenly show up, and what ...you want a THANK YOU? For what?”
The old man’s face twists and turns, anger gripping him completely. Bryan doesn’t budge an inch.
Bryan: "Listen to me, you’re not holding this over me. Any decent person would have done what you did. What YOU need to be reminded of is how you left me in the dark, for all of those years. How you and mom left me to fend on my own, you come to terms with that and maybe I’ll thank you. Until then, you can go fuck yourself.”
The old man doesn’t say anything, his eyes break from Bryan’s as he looks down at the table. Nothing else needing to be said now. The air is still tense, but the routine comes back as Bryan grabs his phone. Scooting out of the booth, he leaves the old man there as he doesn’t look back.
Sometimes your past comes back to haunt you, only thing you can do is stand up and face it.
He did it.
Bryan Williams was able to silence the critics on his return to 4CW, and pick right up where he left off. Solomon Shea was quick to try and get into his head, but Bryan fought valiantly.
”Are you even paying attention right now? Look at me.”
The old man slams his fist on the table, breaking Bryan’s concentration. Everybody in the diner seems to pause for a moment, but things quickly go back to normal.
August 16th, 2016
Boston, Massachusetts
Boston, Massachusetts
Bryan stirs the ice in his drink, as he looks down at the table. The diner’s atmosphere is a bit tense, as the old man sits across from him. Nothing for him, no food or drink to distract him from this conversation. He stares at Bryan intently, waiting for his son to look him in the eyes. He smirks, but Bryan doesn’t move an inch.
Bryan: "So what do you need?”
Mr. Williams: "What kind of question is that?”
It was Bryan’s turn to chuckle, looking and avoiding the man in front of him. Bryan stares around the restaurant, the families all packed into their tiny booths. School was starting soon, one last summer hurrah for a lot of these people.
Bryan: "You told me on the phone you needed something, what is it?”
Bryan’s voice was cold, he continued to avoid looking his father in the face.
Mr. Williams: "This is a nice city, are you finally going to settle in here?”
Bryan: "What do you know?”
Mr. Williams: "I know that you fucked up royally in Atlantic City, I definitely know that.”
Frustrated with how the conversation is going, it was Bryan’s turn to slam his fist into the table. Louder, harder than before, the diner quickly growing silent again.
Mr. Williams: "You need to calm do-”
Bryan: "What do YOU WANT?!”
The rising fury with Bryan’s voice seems to throw everyone off, there is no return to the routine now. The old man sits there with a stunned look on his face, mostly from embarrassment.
Mr. Williams: "Let me remind you that I cleaned your mess, I did you a favor. If you want to sit there and keep acting like a shit, then I can go back and undo everything I did. All of your problems that I took care of, the people that you pissed off. Do you understand the strings I had to pull to keep you from being in trouble? You can’t just do what you did and get away scott free. Maybe you want trouble again. Do you want that? Huh? Do you want that for you and Ta-”
Bryan finally looks up, looking the old man in the eyes.
Bryan: "You don’t talk about her. You leave us alone, do you understand? Don’t call me anymore.”
Mr. Williams: "I will call when I want, you need to be constantly reminded of your failures here. You think you’re just going to run forever?”
Bryan: "I know what I did.”
Bryan’s tone firm, his gaze doesn’t break.
Bryan: "I know that you were there, but that doesn’t excuse you from the other times you weren’t. I’m doing this without you, I’ve been doing this without you. You suddenly show up, and what ...you want a THANK YOU? For what?”
The old man’s face twists and turns, anger gripping him completely. Bryan doesn’t budge an inch.
Bryan: "Listen to me, you’re not holding this over me. Any decent person would have done what you did. What YOU need to be reminded of is how you left me in the dark, for all of those years. How you and mom left me to fend on my own, you come to terms with that and maybe I’ll thank you. Until then, you can go fuck yourself.”
The old man doesn’t say anything, his eyes break from Bryan’s as he looks down at the table. Nothing else needing to be said now. The air is still tense, but the routine comes back as Bryan grabs his phone. Scooting out of the booth, he leaves the old man there as he doesn’t look back.
Sometimes your past comes back to haunt you, only thing you can do is stand up and face it.
