AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!
Greta drops the bowl of noodles in her hands and freezes, startled. Larry comes out from the other room. "Did you hear that too?"
Greta nods. She rushes off to the sink and washes off the burn with cold water before rushing behind her husband to Susan's room.
"Susan? Dear? Are you okay? Did something hurt you? Why did you scream like that?" Greta hurls questions at her, rushing to her daughter's side and checking every open part of her body.
"I AM NOT FINE." Susan yells, though not as loudly as the first time.
"Where are you hurt?" Greta inquires, her worrying frown deepening further.
"Should I call the doctor?" Larry asks, looking at the two of them.
"I went on Instagram just now only to see that that miniature size seven bitch uploaded some photos on a new account she created!" Susan huffs with every word. "I am not even stalking her or anything but she deleted the former account and created another."