TMUW 37: Parents

"I'm willing to help, Lucas. Why don't you want to accept help? Is it because of your pride?" I couldn't help but ask.

I set down my second beer on the table and slouched in front of him. He had already downed two buckets of beer, while I had only consumed two bottles, and yet he still appeared sober. It was embarrassing, considering the low alcohol content of the drinks we were having, but here I was, feeling tipsy.

"It's not that I don't want to accept your help. It's just better if you stay quiet and pretend not to know anything because it will only make things harder for me if you're involved and become part of the problem I have to think about, on top of the kids," he explained.

I furrowed my brow and tilted my head slightly. "Kids?" I asked. "What kids, and what do they have to do with this?"

He shook his head. "Just like I said, stay out of it. Do whatever you want, but please don't try to involve yourself in the problems I'm dealing with. As much as you can, stop being cur