“Dad, stop! What the hell are you doing?!?” Maggie yelled from her room. Down the hall, Blaine was startled by the yelling. He quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed a flashlight, and ran down the hall to Maggie’s room.

            “And you! You little piece of shit!” Brad yelled, flailing his arms at Blaine, missing every time.

            “Dad, what’s wrong?” Blaine asked in a firm voice.

            “Your mother is gone, and it’s all your guys’ fault!” Brad yelled even louder.

            “He’s drunk Mags. Go call 911 quick before he harms himself or us,” Blaine commanded. Maggie just stood there. “Maggie! Hey, Mags!” Blaine yelled. He ran over to her and shone the light on her. All of a sudden, she collapses.

            “Oh my god, Mags!” Blaine yelled, horrified by the sight of blood running down Maggie’s chest. He falls down and holds on to her, hugs her tight to him. “Look at what you’re doing dad! You’ve killed Maggie! Your own daughter!” Blaine yells as tears rush down his face.

            Brad takes out a gun from his pocket and hits Blaine over the head with it, instantly knocking him out.