"Memphis, you're going to school. Don't start with the attitude, because I'm not scared to beat your ass." Thomas warned as his son quietly glared at him from his motorcycle. They were both leaving to head out when Thomas overheard Memphis talking to his friends about leaving class early. His son had been unusually quiet for the last month.
“Yeah, yeah. I know, Dad. Take a freaking chill pill, why don’t you?” Memphis grunted as he continued to glare at his father as he snapped the chest buckle of his backpack in place. He sighed heavily.
He wanted to forget the nightmares that haunted him since the mission nearly a month before hand. The nightmares ranged from seeing Kennedy lying in a pool of her own blood to him watching as they rolled her into surgery on that hospital gurney. He had
