It was almost 10pm, and a family was sitting on the living room sofa, watching some TV reality show. In appearance, everything screamed normal suburban family. The wife was sitting stiff, on the extreme left side of the couch, her eyes locked on the TV, her legs crossed, and her hands resting on her knees. Like only the upper classes do it. Her little girl was half asleep, her head, resting on her father's legs, who was seated in the opposite side of the couch. But unlike his wife, he wasn't sot uptight or stiff. He was the exact opposite. His head was resting against the pillows, one arm lingering on the arm of the couch, the other caressing his daughter' s hair. Everything about the man screamed tired. Deep black pockets circled his eyes, his hair was messy, his posture was lowered, his breath unsteady. And his eyes were wide.

But then again, a normal family sitting on a couch, in a house, in a suburbia area of Boston. A housewife, a kid, and a tired man coming home from work. Nothing to worry about.

That's what the little girl thought, but lately she knew better. She knew that outside, the world might look at them like the perfect normal family, but in the inside, it was nothing alike. Not lately anyway. Not since her parents came back from their trip in New York City. She had talked about it to her teacher, but she comforted her, and told her that there was nothing to worry about. Parents might fight sometimes, they wouldn't love her any less. It was normal to fight, even healthy according to her. It only proved that they still cared about each other, that they were willing to make change, to make it better. And everything would be normal eventually, even better. But that's what had worrying the little girl for the last week. Something had changed between her parents, but they were no fights. Not even a word louder than the other. They were civil to each other, they were like before. Expect that they were not. Something was in the air. It was not visible, but she could sense it. Her father was more distracted than before, it's like he wasn't even here with them. Like tonight. He might had his hands running through her hair, but she knew, she could sense it was pure mechanic, a simple habit. His mind wasn't whit them. It was somewhere else. She didn't know where, but definitely not here.

With her mom, it was the same thing. She was a carrying as her father toward her. Nothing had changed in this area. But she had changed. She was thinking a lot, just like her father. But the girl could tell, that they were not thinking the same thing. If they were, they wouldn't probably agree. Because there was definitely some tension between them. They didn't show it, but it was there. Just looking at her mom, she could tell. Sure, her mom was always so stiff, so rigid, but lately it was something else. Way more than just pure meaner. More than just habits and education.

And then there were the way that they acted around each other. Like there was something standing between them that neither of them knew how to cross. No idea how to reach the other side. The other one. Something that came between them in New York. And they would not talk about. They would better sit in this couch, pretending to watch some stupid TV show. Because it was obvious that no none of them really watched the show. Or knew what the show was about. She could tell that it wouldn't have been different if the TV was off. She wasn't that old, but she knew something was wrong. And the fact that no one would talk about it, made her more uncomfortable. Because, like she said, there was no fighting. It wasn't good, or healthy. And there wouldn't get any better. Instead she just had to wait. For something to happen. For something to change. She knew there was no point at asking her parents about that. They would just rub her off saying that everything was great, that she had noting to worry about, that they still loved her. Was that the answer to everything, she though. Loving her? And what about loving each other. Was that going to change? Because she had friends. And some of those friends, had divorced parents. Actually most of her friends. Like it had become a tendency, something fashionable. To get a divorce. But for her it was more like a disease, like the flu. She didn't care that her friends said it was for the best. That they had more toys or were allowed to do more things now that their parents their divorced. She just didn't want it to happen to her family. And it didn't help that everyone kept saying that even when parents get a divorce, it doesn't mean that they love their kids any less. And it wasn't the kid's fault. Of course, she knew it wasn't her fault. She knew that her parents did love her, no matter what would happen. It wasn't the problem. The problem was that they were no longer talking, when they constantly say to her that the key for any family to work was to talk. Her parents would disagree with her saying that they didn't talk. Of course, they talked. About dinner, and homework, and work, and other random stuff. But they didn't talk about something else. She sensed that it was the most important. Way bigger that any random stuff.

People said that she was smart. Smarter than any 4 years old kid. Too smart for her own good, said sometimes her father. Maybe she was. Nothing she could do about that. She was just perceptive, she though, if not smart. Sometimes she just wished she wasn't. She wished she was just like any 4 year old, just enjoying her dad's hold. That she would just enjoy a nice family gathering on the couch, without thinking. But she was perceptive. And she sensed that something big was going to happen. Something that would change everything. And that it would not get better.

Eventually the little girl yawned. She was tired and her father, pulled out from his own thoughts, noticed.

"Ok, time for bed, sweetheart. Let's go."

He carried her until her room, and put her gently into bed.

"Daddy, please can I not brush my teeth tonight, I'm tired"

"Ok, darling. But just for tonight. Do you want me to read you a story".

"No it's ok I'm already sleepy but…."

"But what darling what do you want ?"

The little girl looked into her father's eyes, and god, did he look tired. But it was beyond that, his eyes were sad. Like he was holding tears. Like he was holding something. She didn't like to see her father like that. She never did see him like that, actually. And it made her sad. Not that she didn't love her mom, but she felt closer to her dad. It wasn't something physical, because she didn't look at all like her dad. She was blond, with blue eyes, and freckled. Nothing like her daddy. But she shared a stronger emotional bond with him. She felt like he understood instantly, and the other way around. They both reacted the same way in front of similar situation, and she always loved that. So now, seeing her dad so desperate, so sad, she couldn't feel anything but sad herself. And she knew.

She knew that what she was about to ask him, was going to change everything. But she just couldn't take the pretending anymore. She wanted to know what happens next. She might have to regret it later, but right now she felt like it just had to happen. So she was going to make it happen.

"I don't want anything for me dad… but I want you to talk to mom."

"about what darling?"

"I don't know.. whatever you want"

His eyes were confused, as he was trying to put a puzzle in order

"I don't understand. We talk your mother and I"

"Yeah… But not about…"

"About what, baby?"

"I don't know… stuff…. "

"What stuff?"

"You know. I don't. So just talk already"

His father had still the same confused eyes, but there was now something else. She couldn't tell what, but it was like he understood her, somehow.

"Ok, baby, we'll talk about everything. Just go to sleep"

"0k. Night daddy"

"Night Sweetheart"

He kissed her forehead, turned on the small light on her bed shell, tuned off the big one, and with that, he was out of her room.

She heard his footsteps in the hallway, then coming down the stairs, and finally, no sound at all. Silence.

************

She was supposed to sleep. She had told her dad she was going to sleep. But she had no intention to, no matter how tired she was. Because she understood now what she had seen in her father's eyes. Determination. He was going to talk. To her mom. And then, it would be ok. She hoped it would be ok, just like Mrs. Thompson said. It would get better. Her mommy and her daddy would realize that it was just stupid that they didn't talk before, and that everything was going to be fine. Just like before. They would still love each other and love their baby girl. That she would not becoming like al her friends, an other divorced couple child. She wanted to belie that, like any 4 years old girl would. But she had to make sure, that all her doubts were wrong. Just in case her parents would get better at pretending, and one day they wouldn't anymore, and without any notice, everything would blow. No she had to make sure.

So she got up from bed, and making sure to walk slowly to not get notice, she sneaked out of her bedroom, to the top of the stairs. Here, she could hear everything. She would hear her parents. And she would know.

It didn't take long before she heard her father speak for the first time since dinner. They were in the kitchen. Her mother must have been putting the dishes into the dish machine, like she did every night before going to bed. She tried to picture them, her mother in her blue nightgown, carefully placing the plates into the machine without damaging her manicure, and her father, in his favorite pajamas, probably standing, his back against the kitchen counter. She couldn't see them, but she pictured them perfectly. But at least, she could hear everything.

"That girl is two smart for her own good. "

Dianna smiled to herself. Of course, he would say that. He always says that. But usually it was with a proud tone. Now, it felt like he said it with a sigh. Like a something he would have rather avoided. Especially tonight. Of course he would think that. Her father was someone who always avoided any kind of arguments. He always said he was like "Switzerland", not that it made any sense to her. He just preferred to stay out of anything that might lead to a fight. And that's how her mom always got her way. Because her daddy could never say no to her. At first she thought it was just because he loved her wife too much to refuse her anything, but she began to see it wasn't because of love. It was because he was afraid arguing with her. Actually it felt like he was even afraid of her. Why would he be, always thought Dianna.

"I know. But why again this time ?"

"She asked me to talk to you"

"about what Blaine?"

The girl sighed. That wasn't good. Her mother never calls her father by his first name, unless she's upset. It has always been "darling" or "sweetheart" or some affectionate surname. She only used her first name when she was in society and needed to be formal. Or when she was angry with him.

"I think she senses that something is wrong between us…" her father sighed

"she's right. Something is definitely wrong. And that's your fault".

Now it was Dianna's turn to sight. Of course something was wrong. She was at least right about that. And of course her mom would blame her dad. She always did. It was almost like she was the perfect one, according to her, and her dad was always the one to screw things up, over and over again. Would this talk be just another opportunity for her to blame him. Would he just apologize, even if he hadn't done anything wrong, like every time they had those conversations? Dianna just wanted this time to be different, the be a balance. Her mom would realize that it wasn't always her father's fault, and he would not just take the blame for once. And they would agree to be fairer to each other. That's all the little girl wanted.

"You just don't want to talk to me"

"about what, Lisa?"

"You know about what, Blaine. Don't play dumb with me!"

Her mother was starting to loose her temper, the girl could tell. And soon enough, there would be screaming and calling bad names. She hated that. But she couldn't turn around and go back to her room. It would only make things worse. She would just start imaging the worst.

"I thought you were over it. You seemed over it, when we flew back here"

"Or so I thought. But you made it worse Blaine" Lisa hissed "you made it worse because it's like we never left. You are mopping around all day. And I know you only thing about that. You told me it was nothing, and now, you just spend every minute of every hour thinking about that!"

"You don't know what I think about…"

"Oh no!", though Dianna. Her dad was saying all the wrong things. She knew that would only make her mom angrier to be told that she knew nothing. Her mom hated when people made her feel like she was stupid. Like she didn't know stuff. Mostly she hated when her husband claimed that she didn't know what was going trough his mind. Because it was so obvious for her. For Dianna also. She could always tell when her dad was sad, mad, happy, or confused. He was like a open book. But somehow in the same time, he was also so mysterious. He would never tell her about before. Before he met her mom, when he was in college, what his life was like. He jus said "you know, school, college, friends and stuff". That had always irritated her. She couldn't comprehend how it was so easy to read him and in the same so damn impossible. But apparently he had kept all the most important stuff buried. Like if they were locked somewhere, and it was impossible to get through. All the people saw was the surface. Apparently so did her mother. But Dianna, wondered, "how is her mom supposed to trust him if he kept all of those thing to himself?" no wonder she got angry when he said that she didn't know his thoughts. Because he wouldn't let anyone in! But maybe it was his private world, like Dianna had. She didn't want anybody to get into her private world. Her dad had the right to do that, after all. As long as it wasn't something bad.

"I'll stop you right there, mister! I'm not more stupid than you are. Maybe I am even smarter. And for the record, you're like the most transparent person on earth!"

"Don't say that, you don't know what you are talking about"

"Maybe I didn't. But now, I do!"

"Was is that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means Blaine!"

Oh god, now this was going to be long conversation. They would never just talk clearly, with simple words. No, her parents, and adults in general, they loved insinuations. Make the other try to understand what you are saying. Why, in the word, would they just not rather talk with plain words? Just say if you're angry, don't use hints, or allusions. And for the love of god, just say why! Why did it have to always be so complicated with adults?

"Oh god, Lisa, just talk already!"

"No, I'm done talking. You talk!"

And now, they were acting like children. Dianna was exhausted. Physically and mentally. "This would never be over", she thought.

"What do you want me to say? That I am sorry? Well I am!"

Dianna rolled her eyes and sighed. Her dad was once again letting go without a fight. Why did he kept doing that? And it didn't make sense, because this time she didn't even gave him a reason to be sorry for. He just anticipated it. For whatever would come next, maybe.

"And for what?"

"I don't know, you tell me!"

"Shit, Lisa, this is pointless!"

"No Blaine, the gate is opening, let's kick it until it breaks"

"What the hell are u talking about? And what's this expression?"

"Whatever Blaine, so not the point. You're eluding."

Yes, he was. And he was trying so hard, her daughter could tell. She could have sworn that by now her mother was all red from anger and frustration, she couldn't really blame her. Her father was so acting like a child. Eluding, and avoid any talk or argument.

"I'm not eluding anything, you are"

"Stop trying to reverse the situation. You wanted to talk, so talk"

"No, correction, I wanted us to talk"

"Oh my god, this is worthless! I am going to bed."

No! She wasn't supposed to! She wasn't supposed to go sleep, and let things unfinished. It would just be worse tomorrow. Dianna couldn't take a other day like that. It would even be worse than before, because she clearly knew now that something was wrong. And if they didn't talk about it, well, like she said, bad things would happen. "Please, dad, just talk already. Just say something, anything, please" begged the little girl in her mind.

"Lisa stop. We are not animals, we can have a civil conversation without screaming. We can figure it out without being stubborn"

"Yeah!" almost shouted Dianna. Thank you god, I'll never doubt you.

"If you say so."

Dianna heard the sound of a chair being pulled, and she imagined her mom sitting on it, as stiff and tight as ever, her long legs resting one on another. She was so graceful sometimes it was painful to watch. Because Dianna knew that she could never be like her, no matter how much she tried to imitate her.

"I do"

A second chair had been pulled out eventually, as her dad obviously took a seat next to his wife, in a attempt to clear the situation. "Ok, here we go", though Dianna.

"So, I guess if we want this to work, we should start for the beginning"

"The beginning being our meeting with Kurt, and his crazy friends" her mom sounded bitter. Obviously she didn't like it.

"Don't…" her father was apparently trying to say something but than he pulled out at the last minute, " Yes, I think it is"

"So ?"

"So what?"

"You're going to ever explain to me what the hell was all that about, or not?"

Apparently Her father wasn't going to, because her mom just spoke again : "ok, so you want to talk, but you don't want to talk. Just make up your mind already."

"It's not that. Kurt and I.. it's a long story"

"Painful too apparently."

"Sorry?" there was something like incredulity in her father's tone.

"Yeah, if you recall you were beaten by this girl, and that guy was trying to kill you. So I guess the story ended pretty badly, and did you something pretty bad."

Ok, now, Dianna is just confused. Why, in god's name, would someone want to hurt her daddy? Or worse, kill him. Why didn't her parents just call the police? Because apparently they knew them, and apparently her dad had done some pretty bad stuff and they were angry with him. Some pretty bad stuff, some long time ago. To someone named Kurt. Was he his friend. His best friend? Did he lie to him, or steal his girlfriend or something? But still, it's not a reason enough to want to kill someone. She didn't like that. At all. someone threatening the life or her father. Someone should be watching this dangerous man. I mean, how could her mom or even worse, her dad, be talking so coolly about a man like that? And this girl, also. He had hit him, apparently. Was she mad? Where they both mad for being so angry at something that had happened apparently so long ago? She just couldn't understand adults.

"Kind of something like that.."

"Blaine, stop acting like a kid. Take your responsibilities. Besides you only lie to yourself as I know the whole truth!"

"what truth?"

"about you and Kurt…"

"And may I ask you how?" his tone was more urgent than before.

"Simply because I talked to him"

"WHAT?" Ok, now her dad wasn't even trying to keep it calm. He screamed. She wondered for a second if she had been asleep, if that would have woken her up. Probably. Did her father would notice? Would she have came down to see what was happening? Would they have ended the fight? Hugh, she hated those "if".

"Shhht, keep it down, she's sleeping"

"ok. But what? Why? When ?" he asked with the same urge in his tone, his voice a few octaves lower. But she could still manage to hear everything.

"Remember when I told I was going to the bathroom before the show… well I didn't… I went to talk to him"

Dianna groaned. It was just like her mom. He had to interfere with people's business.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO SUCH A THING? Why couldn't you leave well enough alone?"

"Because I didn't want to. Because you were not speaking to me!"

"Maybe because it's none of god damn business!"

Oh this wasn't going to be pretty, thought the little girl.

"I though it was! You were acting so weird after that,. Like you were hit by lightening or something. I was worried. "

"I would have told you eventually."

"No, you would have not. So that's why I went to talk to Kurt"

"And…"

"and he told me everything"

"What did he tell you exactly.."

Now her father sounded cautious. It felt like there was a story between him and this Kurt person, but he wasn't sure about it. Dianna recognize the tone. It was exactly like when her and her friends were caught doing something wrong, and the teacher asked them to tell her everything, but they just didn't get their story straight between them. So they had to try to figure out what the other had said before, so they wouldn't out him, or tell something that he hadn't told the teacher about. It was exactly like that. Protecting each other.

"You should know…. "

"It was such a long time ago, besides I want to know his side of the story"

"tell me yours first"

"No. "

God, they were playing stubborn again.

There was a silence for the first time. A very long silence. Dianna could sense that no one wanted to give in first. Her parents were acting like such kids sometimes!

Finally, after what seemed like a eternity to her, her mom surprisingly gave in first.

"I'll tell you. But just so I can hear whatever stupid story you're going to make up when I'm over"

"Go on"

"Well… he was as reluctant at first to talk to me at first. But something changed when I told him that we had a daughter. He looked crushed. I could feel his pain. Seriously"

"I just wished you didn't tell him that"

Why? Why did you dad? Why does it matter so much that you have a kid?

"Well I did… And it made him talk… I don't regret though, I felt sorry for the guy because it was like I had told him that he was going to die or something"

"Don't… please just don't"

it was like he was begging her to stop talking. Dianna felt so bad for him. But her mother didn't stop.

"And then after he… he recovered I guess, he told me that back in school he had a big crush on you. And you were kind of a mentor to him, is that right?"

Her father must have just nodded, because she kept talking : " And I don't get why… "

"He… he was a new student to the school. He had transferred because his was bullied at this old one. Pretty bad. So I helped him. Like any friend would do."

"Sure. But he was gay Blaine. "

"And ?"

"And nothing I guess. Apparently you didn't see the harm in it?"

"Being gay is wrong for you?" he hissed

"I didn't say that. Just that you should have expected that the guy would develop some kind of affection toward you, being his mentor friend and all…"

"Is that so?" her dad was clearly angry

"Oh god Blaine, you're so damn blind! Of course he would. Like any other girl would have developed a crush on a guy that was trying to protect her. It's high school Blaine! Any kind of affection, even if it's just comfort is completely blown out of proportion. It's the hormones. Teenagers just get carried away for nothing, when you show them just a little attention!"

"Maybe you're right!"

"Of course I am! You should have seen that coming Blaine! You should have predicted it. Talked to him and explained to him that it was nothing but friendship and support here."

"I should have…" her dad was once again taking all the blame on him.

"Yeah you should have. Instead the poor boy just got his hopes up. And then crushed down when he tried to kiss you, and you bailed."

"You're saying that I just have kissed him?"

"That's not what I'm saying Blaine! I'm saying that the poor boy got hurt and he held you responsible in front of his friends!"

So that was really all it was to it? A simple confusion on non-shared feelings? That guy liked daddy and daddy just wanted to be his friend? Dianna could not see what was the problem here. It was like 10 years ago! Why would everyone would still be upset about it? Why some people would want to kill her dad just because of that. It didn't really made any sense to her. And apparently to her mother also. Because they were not the only one who were still upset about it. Her dad was too. After 10 years? I know it was his friends, but it's not like they were in touch or anything. She even never heard anyone mentioning him? So why, why is so damn important that it would threaten her whole family?

"So you got your answers, why are you still mad ?"

"Because damn Blaine, you are! It's like you never got over it or something!"

"It's not like that…"

"Well tell me what's like Blaine! Because honestly I don't get it. I don't get why seeing this guy again would make you so … I don't even know how to describe you right now! It's like you're processing that over and over again! It was one damn stupid mistake that both of you should have gotten over like 10 years ago. You should be laughing about it right now, not mopping."

"there is nothing funny about it!"

"OH god stop it Blaine, just fucking stop it! This is beyond RIDICULOUS! We all make stupid mistakes. But the fuck Blaine, it was 10 years ago, 10 fucking years ago! Can you just let it go already!"

"NO!"

Dad, just let it go, already, please! Though Dianna, at the edge of crying. This was getting out of control. Please, please, god, let it go. But god, wasn't hearing her this time.

"Why not Blaine? Why the hell wouldn't you just Fucking let it go? Because there is more to it that just that? What don't you tell me? Just FUCKING TELL ME ALREADY!"

"I'M GAY, OK? I'M FUCKING GAY! THAT'S WHAT YOU WANNA HEAR! BLAINE DARREN ANDERSON IS GAY!"

It was right about then when Dianna stopped thinking. Or moving. Or breathing altogether.

"What are you talking about Blaine. This is not funny!"

"It's not a fucking joke Lisa, I'm gay!"

And there was a sound of something heavy smashing into the floor.

"What… what are you talking about? We're married, we have a kid together. You're not gay!"

"DON'T! Don't even try to tell me what I am and what I am not! Just get it over with Lisa, I'm gay !"

"Get it over with ? GET IT OVER WITH? WHAT THE FUCK BLAINE! WHEN THE HELL DID YOU FIGURE THAT ONE OUT?"

"Oh, when I was 12 or something…"

"When you were TWELVE? Like before our MARRIAGE?"

"Yeah, I don't believe I was twelve then" her father was so calm it was insulting.

"HOW THE HELL WOULD YOU KNOW THAT? You're not gay Blaine, you're confused. You just want to mess up with me. You want to hurt me. I don't deserve that. "

"Oh No I am. Truthfully I am"

"No you're not. You're married to me. You make love to me, you're not. No way"

"I don't enjoy it though."

"YOU. DON'T. ENJOY. IT? FUCKING BASTARD!"

"I'm sorry Lisa, but it's a Lie. I've never loved you. I will never. The only person I've ever loved is Kurt."

"WHAT THE FUCK? KURT?"

"Yes, Kurt. The only man, the only living I've ever truly loved."

"What… What…."

"Kurt Lied. I lied. I never turned him down. Hell, I even started it. I kissed him. And we dated. Oh god, we did. And we moved after high school in New York. We lived Together for 2 years before… before.. it all went down. We were going to get married… we were going to have a family…"

"KURT ? AND YOU… AND…. OH GOD…. " she sounded like she was choking from the air.

"Lisa, Are you ok? Do you need a glass of water" she heard the water running down, than a gasp, and something breaking. Glass.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME BLAINE FUCKING ANDERSON! DON'T EVEN TRY!"

"I'm sorry…"

"THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY TO IT? YOU'RE SORRY? WELL, HERE'S SOME NEWS FOR YOU: SORRY DON'T SOLVE ANYTHING. SORRY WON'T KEEP ME FROM KICKING YOU !"

"WHAT the fuck Lisa, you can't kick me out! It's my house!"

"NO Blaine, it's the house that my parents gave us. It's under my fucking name! I can fucking kick you out from my own fucking house! And don't even think to pack your stuff. Just take your damn car and leave!"

"I can't Lisa…."

"What do you mean you can't? Are you FREAKING MENTAL or what? What do you think would happen when you told me that? JUST GET OUT! Don't make me call the cops!"

"You wouldn't. Lisa please, it's not just about us! It's about Dianna also!"

"What will she think when she hear that her father is a fucking FAG?

"DON'T CALL ME THAT LISA!" more broken glass.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE GAVE ME A WARNING FIRST!"

"I CAN'T LEAVE DIANNA! That's my DAUGHTER!"

"No she's not."

"what do you mean, she's not? "

"It mean, you stupid asshole, that I was pregnant before I met you!"

"WHAT?"

"YES I WAS FUCKING PREGNANT!"

"You knew it?"

"Of course I did you stupid ass! Of COURSE I DID! "

"You tricked me?"

"I HAD TO. My parents would have killed me if I wasn't married. The guy was some random dud I met at a party. Don't remember his name, or his face. Too fucking drunk. But when I saw that day at the funeral, you seemed so lost, so helpless. And your mom she just kept saying how it would be good for you to find a woman like me. So I jumped on the occasion!"

"SO YOU FUCKING TRICKED ME TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU WHILE I WAS MOURNING MY FUCKING FATHER?"

"I'm Sorry… just like you. But just so you know, we never had sex, you were too drunk for that.

"YOU WHORE! YOU BITCH!"

"SO Dianna is not yours you can go now, Go find your little KURTIE, and be a FAG with him all you want!"

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU BITCH!"

"I SWEAR IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON ME….."

"You're not even worth it! But just so you know, you fucking PROSTITUTE, I'm GOING TO FIGHT for my daughter; SHE MIGHT NOT BE MY BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER, BUT I RAISED HER!"

"GOOD LUCK TELLING THE COURT THAT, YOU FAGGOT! NOW OUT! OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW OR I'LL CALL THE COPS!"

"I FUCKING HATE YOU! I'M GONNA FUCKING RUIN YOUR LIFE!"

"GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, BLAINE DARREN ANDERSON! NOW OUT!"

And then the door slammed.

*********

It was 10:30pm and somewhere in a suburban house in Boston, a little girl was sitting on the upper step of a staircase. She was angelic. Blond, blue eyes, and had freckles . She was like any normal little girl. But she had tears on her face. But then again, like any normal little girl who would cry.

But this particular little girl wanted to scream. She wanted to close her eyes so hard to make everything go away. She wanted to cover her ears so badly that she would never have to listen to anything anymore. She wanted to never move again and run so fast in the same time without ever stopping. She wanted to stop breathing and she was gasping for some air at the same time. She just wanted to die, and she just wanted to know how to survive.

From the outside, she was just a crying 4 years old little girl on the top of a staircase.

From the inside, she was a crying 4 years old little girl on the stop of a staircase who had just witness her world collapse.

And all she could think about was how wrong Mrs. Thompson were. No, Arguing does not make things better.