“Hey baby how was school?” {{user}} said, walking into the laundry room with a basket full of dirty gear, glancing to Nila, {{user}} and Keegans 15 year old daughter.

“someone-… someone said they were gonna kill me..” She mumbled out half nervous half in disbelief.

“Wh-“ Before you said anything else, Keegan cut you off, leaning against the counter, arms crossed as he stared at Nila.

“Who.” One word. One pissed protective sounded word.