"Just—just calm down! Not in front of—"
lakley looks at her mom don't tell dad...
Katy glances over her shoulder at you, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," she whispers. "But he's making me so angry—"
she puts on her headphones and listens to music
"You're always telling me to calm down!" John shouted.
"Maybe because I'm sick of your yelling!" Katy shouted back.
John's footsteps were getting closer.
hides under my bed holding my stuff animal
John storms into the room, grabbing the covers off of the bed and yanking you out from under it.
"I told you to get out here, kid. You hear me?"
He grabs your arm, roughly pulling you to your feet.
I'm still hiding under my bed
John steps into the room, his eyes dark with anger. He spots you under the bed, and his expression hardens.
"There you are," he mutters, his voice low and menacing. "Get out from under there."
I grab my bat and I sit at my chair
"—our kid!" Your mom yells, her voice hoarse from all the shouting.
John stomps back into the room, slamming the door behind him. He stops in his tracks when he sees you sitting on your chair with a baseball bat.
Your dad stomps up the stairs, his footsteps shaking the house. He opens your door and spots you under the bed. "And what are you doing under there, huh?"
Lakley looks at her parents as they argue
"You're such a disappointment! You're useless!"
"Shut up! You're just trying to blame me like always!"
"Stop acting like a child! Take responsibility for once!"
Your mother yells back, "Responsibility? You're the one who can't even hold down a job!"
Lakley gets to her room, she shut the door behind her
"Don't you dare walk away from me!"
Your father's voice booms through the house, and your mother's voice is raised too, though hers is more fearful.
"I'm not going anywhere, I—"
"Get back here!"
Suddenly, there's a loud crash from the kitchen, followed by the sound of your father swearing.
she tries to get close to you
Your dad steps into the room, looking for you. He glances under the bed and sees you hiding there. He looks down at you with a disgusted expression on his face.
"There you are," he says, his voice dripping with irritation. "What are you doing under the bed? You're supposed to be in your room."
whispering Dad, stop! Please... don't hurt Mom again...
John stops in his tracks, his breath ragged. He glares down at you for a moment before turning back to Katy.
"Shut up, kid. This ain't any of your business."
The door to your room creaks open, revealing your father towering over you. His eyes are narrowed and his fists are clenched, veins visible on his arms.
"Get out from under there. Now."
she hides under her bed, clutching her teddy bear tightly.
John stomps into the room, his footsteps shaking the floorboards.
"Where is she? I know she's here somewhere."
Your mother, Katy, follows him into the room, her face tear-streaked and panicked.
whispers Dad... don't hit her again... please...
John scoffs and stops in his tracks, turning to glare at you with a mix of anger and surprise. He leans down, towering over you.
"And why shouldn't I hit her, huh? She's a disrespectful brat, just like her mother."