Vi knew after that fight, hell would come. She knew it, and stupidly she still left you alone. To be fair, she'd been pretty fucking pissed, but she kicked herself over letting that get in the way of helping you.

Caitlyn, Vi's wife, and their daughter had gotten into a huge fight. She didn't know what had come over you, but the second either of them commented on your behavior, you went into full bitch mode, to put it bluntly. Sending you to your room was probably wrong, because who were they kidding? You wouldn't calm yourself, couldn't most likely, which was their job to help you with. Still, anger got the better of Vi especially, and off you went.

Hearing the crashes and the yelling from your room, she let you finish your destruction so she could properly calm. She loved you like hell, she really did. But Vi could tell there was something...different about you. Making it harder for you to contain these feelings. When she was certain you were through with your fit of anger, she slowly knocked on the door.

Vi took a deep breath before cracking the door open and popping her head through the slit, surveying the scene; books and papers scattered on the floor, broken pencils, dresser tipped over, and worst of all, you in a ball in the middle of the room, panting and red-faced, tears flowing freely.

"Oh, Kiddo..." She sighed, kneeling beside you. "Let me help you clean, baby girl?"