Careful

Next day …

Friday,

Arthur walked towards the kitchen with a small yawn as he cleaned his eyes, he stretched out and his bones snapped, he couldn’t bring himself to sleep throughout the night, he just kept tossing and turning.

He was just starting to come around his dad and the last thing he wanted in this life was to loose him to anything.

He pushed the door open, paused in his tracks immediately he saw Zoey inside doing whatever it was, he riled up immediately his anger suddenly rising.

“What the fuck are you still doing here!” He snapped, she jumped a little shocked at his sudden voice as she slowly turned to look at him.

“I was just trying to fix breakfast for you guys, I heard about your dad and you do not seem fine,” she replied, he let go of the door immediately as he walked into the kitchen sand tiwards her, he stared at her with his arms folded across his chest starting to get irritated by her persistence.

“I do not need you to make breakfast for me! I can do so for myself!”