Roxanne was exhausted. It had been a long day for her, every day seemed to be longer now. She just felt so miserable, she felt that her life was horrible and honestly, she couldn't bare it. Roxanne would constantly wake up in the middle of the night next to her husband and look over at the gun on his nightstand and wonder if he'd shoot her one day. She wouldn't put that past him, after all, he was a sick, cruel, abusive man..

But atleast Henroin was out on business for the week, that meant she wouldn't be hit or yelled at and it would just be her and the children. That was nice, she thought. One normal week. Roxanne let out an exasperated sigh as she brushed her daughter's hair. She loved Molly's long, blonde, pin-straight hair. She combed through the tangles in it as softly as she could, being careful not to hurt her. Her attention diverted from Molly to the living room door as she heard it slowly creak open. She was scared it was Henroin but let out a sharp gasp of relief when saw it was just Arackniss.

"Arackniss! You gave me such a fright, I thought you were a ghost. Come sit down, hun."

Roxanne told him, gesturing to the spot next to her with the purple hairbrush in her right hand that she was using to comb through Molly's hair. After one final stroke, she put the hairbrush back down on the coffee table and looked over at her son once more.

"What did you need, sweetheart?"