"Please Lucius, let's not do this today." My mother was calling out."No, enough! Don't you dare talk to me like that in my own house!" My father quickly strikes back. I slightly jump at the voice of my father. That was now ringing in my head. He never cared to show love and compassion to me or my mother. I never necessarily liked my father, or even considered him one if that, but..."He's just a boy" ...My mother. She's the reason I even came home, to protect her. My father often has rages and outbursts of anger, while most of the time he takes them out on me, sometimes she tries to stop him and when she does.. I shake the memories from my head. But once again here I was. At home. I don't know why I was called home, but it was most likely because my father.