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“mom, is that you? who’s there?”
“merry christmas, dom.”
“oh my god…”
“you never bothered to change the code like i told you, so i just-” (she hugs him)
“i thought… i thought you were gone. i thought you were d-“
“shh, it’s okay. i’m here now, okay. everything’s gonna be fine. i’m home.” (he starts to cry)
“but you… charlie came and told me, he said they couldn’t find you.”
“well, they did. and i’m here now, so let’s just go inside and have christmas together.”
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“daddy?”
(Source: dujardick)
(doorbell rings)
“charlie…”
“dom. can i come in?”
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“no. no, just please, don’t say that!”
“i’m sorry, dom, but we have to call off the search.”
“you can’t call it off, he’s fine! he’s still out there and he needs you! you need to find him!”
“dom! (he struggles with her) he’s been missing for two months now. there’s nothing else we can do, nowhere else for us to search. he’s gone. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. (he embraces her)”
“why didn’t you tell me? you knew, you knew he was gone and you never said anything! why not, charlie, why?”
“you know i couldn’t say anything. acey’s mission was secretive. i didn’t even know about it until i was sent to find him.”
“please… please don’t tell me he’s dead. please, i need him. he can’t be gone, he said he would never leave me. he promised.”
“i know, i know. you’ll be okay. everything’s gonna be okay.”
(Source: dujardick)
“what happened, acey?”
“i didn’t want it to be like this, dom.”
“no, no, i mean… what happened? in iraq?”
“i don’t want to talk about it.”
“but you have to!”
“i don’t want you to hear, dom.”
“why not? i can take it, acey.”
“no, you can’t. i can’t. i don’t want to put you through anything else and i just-“
“acey, i dealt with you leaving. you know how hard it was for me to watch you walk away. but i love you. i love our son. i don’t care what it takes, i want you to get better. i was us to get better.”
“i’m sorry, dom. i just don’t think that will happen. i want it to, i really do, but…”
“but what, acey? not everything is like iraq, okay? you can love me again acey, i know it.”
“i do love you, you know that.”
“fine, you can learn to love me again, whatever it is. i know that you saw bad things in iraq and i knew that they would change you, but i also knew that we could overcome it. we can, acey, we can.”
(Source: dujardick)
“where are you going?”
“i’ll be back in a minute, dom.”
“acey, stop! where are you going?”
“just go inside, alright! i’ll be back in a fuckin’ minute, goddamn!”
“acey, wait! just wait!”
“jesus christ, dom, do you want me to hit you?”
“tell me where you’re going, acey!”
“i’m going to get a drink, okay? are you happy now, can i leave?”
“no, no you can’t leave! especially not to go out and get drunk!”
“why the fuck not, hm? i’m a grown adult, i can take care of myself.”
“evidently you can’t, acey! last time you ‘went out for a drink’, you wound up fucking some slut.”
“goodbye, dominetta.”
“acey! acey! fine, leave, asshole! but this time, you can’t bring her home and fuck her in my bed because your fucking son is home! you know what, don’t even bother coming home! never fucking come home!”
(Source: dujardick)