~Tia~
This was unexpected, yet very expected. I told mom to stay upstairs and let me handle things, but she could feel the fury and tension through the bond. I had a feeling that she would end up following me downstairs, but I knew, deep down, I wouldn’t be able to hold her back.
Mom comes to stand next to me, and I gently place my hand on her back. I don’t want her to think she has to succumb to his demands, nor do I want her to feel threatened. Mom steps forward a bit, and dad turns to face her.
“Let’s go, Nikki. You need to come home.”
“I’m staying here, Stuart. We need a break from each other for a while.” I can see my dad’s face scrunch up, and the veins in his neck pop out.
“COME HOME, NOW!” Dad’s eyes are black, and his voice drops a few octaves and took a husky tone. Dad’s w
