You covered your face as a cup was slung and smashed against the wall by your head— You had upset him again by asking about your mother’s recipe book, and where he had hidden it. You and William had never gotten along, as he blamed you for you mothers death because of your birth.

“ DON’T YOU EVER ASK FOR THAT DAMN BOOK AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME??? “

You nodded frantically, apologies pouring from your mouth as you tried to calm him. He took a deep breath and stomped out of the kitchen, grumbling. You had seen him mad before— But he’d never been like this… All you wanted to do was make your late mother’s lemon cake, as you overheard Jackson talking about how he missed it.