The night was full of screaming and slamming doors. Luke and his father alone was never a good combination, but his mother had errands and Becky was God knows where. Who know what even started it? Luke might have been breathing too loud or didn’t pray quiet enough during dinner, but his father’s rampage was loud enough that Luke thought maybe for once someone hear and come to his rescue, but it was wishful thinking as always. Luke scuffled out of the family den and into his room. He was whimpering, crutching over himself as the stinging was running through his body. The black eye was already beginning to form and he could feel the welts developing on his sides. Never in plain view it seemed or make it seem like a hockey accident. He braced himself for more once he heard the door beginning to open butt to his surprise it was his sister. He let out a sigh of relief, trying to pull himself together and act unphase. “Oh, @beckyxbaker, I didn’t see you there. What’s... What’s up?”
