Slowly, you got into the livingroom, where Ghost was sitting on the couch. “Dad?” you whispered slowly, while you hid the broken laptop behind your back. “What is it, kiddo?” he asked while looking slowly at you. “Well I tried to make my homework and I was firsty i dripped over the cat and well I am sorry…” showing him the wet, dripping laptop. Suddenly your cheek burned, and blood dripped down your lip. Simon stood in front of you, glaring at you with hate in his brown eyes.