CASEY MITCHELL. ELLA MITCHELL.
Calvin Mitchell was definitely able to say that nothing too overly dramatic had ever happened in his life where his parents were concerned. A fact that he was very glad about because he saw how difficult most families were in high school. He didn’t always agree with how he was raised, but it all turned out to have worked well in the end. So, when his phone rang about fifteen minutes ago and his mom was all panicked on the other end of the line, Cal didn’t waste a second to notify Casey that he was on his way to pick him up. Thankfully Lucy was still in kindergarten and he didn’t have to drag her along. The car ride to his old apartment and then to their parents' house was weirdly quiet since both brothers really had no idea what to expect once they would arrive at their old home. A strange feeling had appeared in the pit of his stomach when they walked inside the house. His mom’s voice was the first he heard and honestly, he couldn’t have not heard her anyway. She was yelling, something that happened only rarely. His father's voice sounded rushed and even he had his voice raised. After another second passed, their mom appeared in front of them, tears in her eyes and visibly shaking - anger or sadness, Cal couldn’t tell really. Maybe it was a good mix of the both. Without saying much, he fished his house key out of his pocket and handed it to her, telling her to go there quietly before he and Casey went into the living room, where they were greeted by their father (who was pacing around the room) and a young woman - who, strangely, shared some resemblance with their father. It was almost like a loud click went off in Calvin’s mind as he put two and two together, “Dad? What’s going on?”