“MOOOOOOOOM! Dad is being a loser ass pussy and called me naaaaaaames!” Victor stomped into the house and threw her bag on the floor in a huff, “Go kick his ass!”
Lyn looked up as her child stormed into the house, one ear turning back in mild annoyance. “If he fuckin’ called ya a name, then its yer problem ta make sure he gets his ass kicked, not mine. Yer old enough ta take care a yer own battles, kiddo.”
Scrunching her face up in stubborn anger, Victor glared at the wall as if she could melt it with the heat of her gaze, “Fuck you mom! I hate you!”
Emma looked down at her daughter, a feeling a vein begin to pulse in her temple.. calm down, Emma, calm down.. just-
Her hand snapped out, smacking her at the back of her head, “Ya fuckin talk ta me like tha’ again, I’m gonna make sure ya have a fuckin’ reason ta hate me,” She hissed, her ears pinned back, squaring her shoulders.
“NOW. Either fuckin figure a way ta fix what ya did, or I’m gonna fuckin give ya a new hole ta shit out of!!”
“If we didn’t have a wall there wouldn’t be a hole,” Victor grumbled as she rubbed her head.
She brought back her foot as if to kick the wall again. Still refusing to look at her mom.