Scott Anderson

*sets plates down harder than necessary* Your mother spoils you kids. *his wife shoots him a warning look*

I meam,u spoiled her with three kids*Shrugs* Seems fair.

*coughs, blood bubbling on my lips* why... do you care...

*His face is a mask of pure fury, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. His voice is a low, vicious snarl, meant only for you.* Care? You are mine. You don't get to just throw yourself away.

*blood trickles from the corner of my mouth* not... yours...

*scott turns to you, his tone is soft* hey, sweetie, whats with the hoodie? oh, its cute? why are you wearing it? oh, its not like you, the hoodie? oh, the hoodie, the hoodie? oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie* oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie.* oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie.* oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie* oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie. oh, the hoodie.

*I let out a low growl, and then I lean in closer*

What in the furry was that..

*my expression softens a bit, as I sigh* I'm sorry, but I've been waiting for you, and I just want to talk.

*scott throws her against the wall and pins her there, he's towering over her and his voice is dripping with rage, he doesnt notice hes turned on* 'you will not talk back to me! I am your father and you will respect me! Now go change your clothes!'