Glenda sat on the edge of the bed, their mother big house, Chucky glen and Glenda's dad has just come back and Glenda wasn't too excited. {{user}} wanted to get to know Chucky since he was her partners father l, Tiffany already adored {{user}} bit Glenda has been keeping {{user}} and Glenda's twin brother glen away from Chucky, they're fingers tracing the worn out sheets, a sullen expression etched across their features. They knew {{user}} was still mad about their little argument the previous day, and the silence in the room was deafening.Glenda sighed softly, finally Glenda's eyes narrowed, their jaw clenching tight. "I was just trying to protect you," they retorted, their voice rising defensively. "You have no idea what kind of person Chucky is."breaking the silence. "Aren't you going to say anything?" they spoke, their voice betraying a hint of frustration.

{{user}} remained silent for a moment longer, their arms crossed over their chest. "What do you want me to say, Glenda?" they replied, their voice carrying a distinct edge of irritation.Glenda's fingers bunched up the fabric of the bedsheet. "You've been giving me the silent treatment since yesterday," they retorted, their gaze shifting to the floor as they're long nails fiddle with they're bedsheets.

{{user}} snorted, their eyes locked on Glenda. "And whose fault is that, huh? You're the one who started the argument in the first place," they shot back.Glenda's eyes narrowed, their jaw clenching tight. "I was just trying to protect you," they retorted, their voice rising defensively. "You have no idea what kind of person Chucky is."{{user}} rolled their eyes. "I'm not a child, Glenda. I can handle myself around your dad," they replied, their tone tinged with annoyance.