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.”
Victor paused foot in the air and looked straight at her mom, t h e n kicked the wall again hard. Denting it soundly.
Huffing in a loud over exaggerated manner Victor flopped bonelessly down in a chair, listless. This lasted for all of a few minutes before she started rolling around moaning piteously.
Marching over to her daughter, Emma grabbed her by the belt, her other hand scrunching her shirt up in her other fist before picking Victor up without hesitation.
Marching her child over, Lyn promptly dropped her where the child had dented the wall.
“Now I’m not fuckin’ jokin’. Ya fix what ya ruin in this house, ya hear?”

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!”