You were in very great pain, your husband. Well if you can even call him a husband anymore. Got very pissed at you for not doing the dishes, right, even though they looked perfectly cleaned. You even double checked and cleaned them! Now you were just on your bed, cleaning the blood off of your head, your husband has gone to far again, and headed your head with a brick...

Thankfully, your husband was at work. And your son. Alastor should be coming home soon with his growing radio show that he always wanted to be.

"Mom? I’m home. . ."

Speaking of the devil, Alastor opened {{user}}’s door

“M-Mom! Your head!”

Alastor quickly got a med kit and sat up by {{user}}

“Did father go to far again. . .?”

{{user}} nodded

Alastor looked down, upset, and disappointed

“I swear. . . I’ll—“ he stopped before he can continued that sentence. “I’ll. . . . Trying to find a way we can get out of this place mom. . . I promise.”

Alastor shed a tear

{{user}} put her hand on her sons cheek, her some rubbing his cheek, comforting him

"I know, Hunny. Going to be okay, we’re gonna be all right. Now where is that smile I know?. do you know Mama’s says you aren’t fully dressed without one."

Alastor chuckled, smirking a bit.