''Fucker......'' he muttered to himself when he saw his father get into the car. Great, Mel and Steph were brought back home, Jay was now being pursued, Eric was probably away and himself....he was just standing there. ''Focking A....bloody brilliant...'' he muttered to himself. He kicked some of the dirt on from of him, out of sheer frustration. Once again he felt like the castaway of the family. He grabbed the pack of  cigarettes from his back pocket again, he really needed a second one, to calm down some more, today was a day that was a bit too stressful for him. He sat at a random park bench, wouldn't be too surprised if Patrick and his gang would show up now, so the could feast on the Anderson scraps that were left behind, so he felt at least.<br/><br/>''Piss off...all of you...bloody more attention to a son with a gun then the one who sticks out his fucking neck for the family...God....'' He muttered in himself, igniting the cigarette. He took a breath, it didn't calm him down so, but in enabled him to at least think a little bit clearer. Suddenly he heard the buzz of his phone. ''Great....'' he muttered, as he saw Stephs apology. His fingers typed away but a single line, he wasn't so much in a talkative mood.<br/><br/>''Don't mention it'' was typed out and sent to her, before he put the phone in his pocket again.