"Dad, can I come with you?" Vicky asked, another tear dripped down her face.
"We'll see about that later, okay," Connor said. He cleaned the tear off her face, and hugged her.
"I'm sorry, daddy!" Vicky whispered, as she hugged Connor back. She continued, "I promised we won't fight again."
"It's okay, my little princess. It's okay," Connor replied. He held her for a while, and then pulled away. He smiled at Vicky, and ruffled her hair. He then moved away and walked upstairs.
Vicky watched Connor disappear up the stairs. She then fell on her knees and began crying. Vicky looked at her knuckles, and saw scratches on them.
Cleaning her tears, Vicky stood up. She walked towards the door, and held the door handle. Vicky stood at the door for a while.
Connor went to the washroom in his room. He looked at his face in the mirror, and saw blood covering his face.
