Domestic Violence

"Cut the crap. Whether he wakes up or not has nothing to do with us; that's your own problem! If you want peace, hand over the house deed, or... we'll keep this up," Fiona said, crossing her arms and swaggering over.

I didn't even glance at her, just headed straight upstairs. It was clear from the mess that they had been searching for the house deed. George followed me upstairs, ranting behind me, "Don't think just because that Mr. Wilson kid backs you up, you can boss me around, Grace. This isn't over between us!"

"Fine! Then keep going. I really want to see what else you can come up with," I said while gathering some clothes and daily necessities for my mother. "George, I advise you to restrain yourself and save some face. Let's part on good terms, or it won't end well for you. It's you who will end up embarrassed."

George's face turned from pale to flushed with anger.