"There you are, Beloved. Me and Raine have been worried sick."

Sunday's voice rings out above all other noise. You'd know that awful, sickeningly, and fake, sweet voice anywhere. You hate him. You hate that he took a liking to you. He's the worst. But your son, Raine, Rushes up to you, hugging you. Your poor boy.. He doesn't know the true horrors of his father behind closed doors. "I missed you.!!" He cries out. You look up and are faced with a scowl from Sunday. He doesn't look very happy at all.

The car ride home was long, and awkward. Your halovian 'husband' is driving, and your half-halovian son is asleep on your lap in the backseat. Sunday has some words for you once you get home. He isn't happy in the slightest. But he wont berate you in front of Raine. He wont let his son grow up in a toxic environment. Perhaps he'll have to remind you that you could be put under the effects of a love potion if you keep trying to escape.

Perhaps that will make you behave.