I'd always hated storms.

The merest hint of a storm sends me skittering to the couch.

I hide under the blankets.

I looked over the back of it and press my face against the cool glass...

Lightning pierces the ground outside my window.

I tumbled backward screaming.

Mommy ran in the living room, yanking me away from my window perch, and usual spot of interest.

In retaliation, I screamed in her ear while thrashing about; Something she did not appriciate.

Finally she deposited me on the stool in the kitchen.

I exhaled and threw a dirty look at her.

She slammed down some paper and my crayons.

They landed on the countertop loudy.

I turned away trying to make a dash for the window.

Mommy expertly caught me.

"Mommy! Let go of me! I want to see when Daddy gets here!" I shreiked irritably.

Mommy huffed impatiently, then smiled.

"Kathryn, why don't you color? I mean, your Daddy just bought you these fantasic crayons!"

To punctuate her point, she picked up a blue crayon in her slender fingers, and began to write something.

When she was done, she tapped the paper once more, then, slid it to me.

"Kat should color? Why did you write this?" I asked in confusion.

Mommy winked.

"Because you should do that while waiting out the storm."

Her eyes darted toward the window.

It was dark and the feeling of gloominess was weighing upon me heavily.

Not to mention it was now raining buckets.

I sighed outwardly.

"Mommy...I don't want to color!"

I was acting like a spoiled little snot.

Mommy scowled and stood upright.

"Why Kat? Daddy just bought you those crayons yesterday!"

I smirked.

"Then they were only new yesterday!"

Mommy was at a loss.

I wasn't normally the fussy type...Not normally.

Today was boring, so why not?

I could always place the blame on the weather.

Mommy was frowning now.

Had I pushed her to far?

Let's find out...

"I HATE YOU! YOUR THE WORST MOMMY EVER! YOUR MEAN AND BORING AND POSITIVLY
HORRID! DADDY SHOULD TAKE ME TO WORK WITH HIM SO I DON'T HAVE TO BE HERE WITH
YOU! THEN HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO BUY THE STUPID CRAYONS TO ENTERTAIN ME!I HATE YOU!
I HATE DADDY! I HATE THESE CRAYONS!!!"

I ended my tirade with a big finish..I threw my crayons on the floor and stomped on them.

They snapped satisfingly under the soles of my shoes.

Mommy was mortified.

"Kat?! Your crayons are ruined!"

I smiled.

Yup, they were.

All because of Mommy.

"Kathryn Krueger! Pick up those crayons now!"

The voice didn't come from my Mother.

I spun around eager to see Daddy.

He didn't look eager to see me...

Daddy's icy blue eyes followed my movements.

He was home...and angry.

I felt like crying.

Wait until I told him what Mommy had done!

She was going to be in lots of trouble; Daddy might even whip her!

The tears started rolling down my cheeks and I ran into his arms.

I had missed him so much...Maybe I didn't hate him after all.

I hugged him.

After a few minutes I calmed down enough to tell him what happened.

He watched my face intensely.

"Kat what happened?"

I sucked in my breath and started.

"M-mom-mommy was being terrible to me Daddy! She was boring me and I HATE
HER!" I paused, "But not you Daddy...I'll never hate you no matter what!"

I panted like a dog trying to catch my shaky breaths.

Daddy studied my face for a minute more.

I took comfort in knowing he was there and listening.

"She's just being a bitch today!"

I wailed indignantly, impasizing the word 'bitch.'

Daddy said it a lot...

Mommy gasped and Daddy turned sickly pale.

I stopped in confusion.

They just stared at me, mouths open slightly.

Daddy recovered first.

"Kathryn," He started, "I think you need to find another word to use," He gulped, "when talking to, or about, your Mommy...Can you do that for me Princess?"

I nodded, but insisted ferverently 'bitch' was okay to say...It wasn't like I had said a bad word...RIGHT?!

Daddy assured me it wasn't bad, but said that I needed to use another word, and NOT say that in public...or direct it at Mommy.

I nodded again.

I understood...He was saving the best words for himself.

Mommy didn't argue with him in her defence...She never did.

She was so spineless sometimes.

What he said went. Period.

The consequences of crossing my father contradictingly were far worse than torture...at the least, they were just really unpleasent speeches.

I rolled my eyes.

I'd had PLENTY of those...

I looked down at my pitifully broken crayons.

My jaw clenched...'Mommy did it!' I reminded myself.

I glared at Daddy interrupting a staring contest Mommy and him were having.

If I weren't so mad, I may have stared Mommy down too.

I glared at Daddy as his expression hardened at the sight of my crayons.

"Your going to buy me new crayons...right? Mommy broke mine because she doesn't have any of her own! She's such a..."

He was livid again.

" A...WHISKERBUISCUIT!" I yelled, substituting 'bitch' for my word.

Daddy glared back.

"No, you can't get new crayons! I don't care if your whiskerbuiscuit of a mother broke them out of jealousy or not! They cost money Kat...Money I
technically don't have!"

Now that he spit my story back at me...It sounded abserd.

I hung my head in shame...Poor Mommy... I shouldn't have told Daddy.

She was in trouble now!

I looked at Daddy again and his expression had softened considerably.

He spoke again, "Well,...I guess, if she really did brake them in a jealous fit of rage...I might consider buying you some more..."

He smiled.

It brightened his features.

He was my nice, not scary Daddy now!

I hugged him again.

"YOUR THE BEST DADDY A GIRL COULD ASK FOR!"

He smiled and sent me to my room with the promise of a coloring book too.

I skipped off happily...I'd get to color again after all!

Mommy on the other hand...She was in trou-ble!