Booming Argument

Aliyah's POV

In the dead of the night, with the ticking of the clock producing the only sound in the living room, I sat on the floor with my back against the wall and my knees folded up to my chest. Kelan, wearied and tired have had dinner and long gone upstairs to have a good rest.

As I sat, the activities and arguments of the day replayed itself in my head. It was now my turn to feel worried over my dad's intentions. I drew my knees closer to myself as I wondered how Kelan absorbed everything my dad had told him. Speaking of my dad, I couldn't even think of what or where he intended doing or going. He had walked out of the house without giving me the tiniest clue, and up till this time, he wasn't yet back.

"Could it be that he went to pay the Donald's a visit?" I asked aloud.

I imagined the scene of his visit to the Donald's. How all three of them- Madam Rosa, Jason, and Carey would rise up with fury and aggression over him. It would be three against one. Would be be able to fig