Obviously after the events that occurred this afternoon my mother convinced my dad to let us stay the night then we'll go camping tomorrow. He was very angry and blamed me for it but I can't really help fainting.
Me and my mother shared a bed then my father had his own single mattress. We all watched tv and mom and dad conversed about what had happened early whilst I was intently listening to the simpsons. I knew it was almost night and they had been arguing for hours when I saw the suns glare on the tv which always irritated me. So I stood up get something for desert as my stomach was growling like a wolf wanting its next victim. So i trotted over to the kitchen, reached a hand for the cupboard when i heard a BANG!!! It sounded like a shovel had been used. It fell to the ground as i heard intense breathing following it. I didnt want to be the shovels next victim so i pretended i heard nothing and quietly went to sit down when~~
Bang!! Oh shit. I said to myself as i had knocked over the chinaware on the benchtop. Suddenly i heard soft footsteps approach me I ran back to my spot on the couch when behind the wall came~~~
My mother she seemed tired and worn out and said. I dealt with your dad you should rest easy knowing he won't bother us for a good day or so. Wow I was definitely not expecting that.then all of a sudden a tap tap tap hit the kitchen window....