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Paul Robinette covered his Ears from the yelling from the room next door of Peter and Ben Stone yelling at each other. Ben screaming was something that no one had scene including his Boss Adam. Papers were flying all over the place “I HAVE HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU PETER! WHEN WILL YOU LEARN RESPECT?” Peter scoffed, “respect? YOU CALL THIS RESPECT DAD? YOU WERE NEVER AT MY BASEBALL GAMES!” Peter slammed the door behind him “SCREW YOU DAD! YOU NEVER LOVED ME! YOU LOVED YOUR WORK MORE THAN…” Peter froze at that sentence as he just ran out of his Father’s office into the men’s Bathroom.
Paul peered into Ben’s office, nothing changed as Ben was right into paperwork. Paul sighed and knocked the door, “don’t you think your son is right about you Ben?” Ben lifted his Eyes from the paperwork giving Paul the dead man look, “you would never understand…” Ben said underneath his breath so that Paul didn’t hear him at all. He knew he worked hard a lot, but no one would understand him.
Peter Stone just ran to his apartment without ever looking back, his apartment had two Bedrooms with a plain blue carpet on all the floors except for the Bathroom and Kitchen which had a cream white marble colour and a pale white walls. Peter slid down the front door looking at his house, he placed his Hands on his Face crying from all the scars that he had…but that was in the past and no one would believe him at all. He slowly walked himself to the kitchen to the only food that he found to him was sausage rolls, he placed the food in the oven to wait to heat up as the tv did the ads. “Ever wish you could turn back the clock…?” An echo could be heard on the screen, “man is it screwing up again?” Peter banged the tv hard, “change the past yeah I wish I could but that only happens in fairytales.” Peter finished his meal as the ad was still playing in his Head of changing the past for his Father, “I wish it was true…” Peter closed his Eyes on the couch as he drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile Ben Stone was in his own apartment alone with just the basics with a fridge, microwave and oven. His house didn’t look like anything like Peter’s house as it was it like he was in prison cell…just how he like it. The tv was switched on with that same ad, Ben Scoffed at it “yeah right I don’t need…” His voice trated his Eyes, he was crying. “No stop NO STOP!” Ben was waving his Arms around in thin air as if he was waving off someone who was attacking him. Ben stopped and looked around at his house, there was no one there at all. He slowed his breath down to get to sleep.
Two men went to sleep thinking about that commercial with no idea what was going to happen to that wish coming true for the two of them.