At the Duncan house, Bob and Amy had stormed into the house followed by a fifteen-year-old Charlie.
"I can't believe you punched a boy and got yourself suspended for a week," said Amy as she turned around to look at her daughter.
"And you have refused to say a word about why you even did it," said Bob.
"You know that if you have a good reason to have done so we would be on your side, Charlie," he said.
"I haven't said anything because the two of you wouldn't understand," said Charlie.
"How can we if you won't even tell us what happened?!" asked Amy. Charlie just stood there looking at the floor, refusing to say anything else.
"Go to your room, and don't even think of using any electronics or coming out until you are ready to talk," said Bob while pointing up the stairs.
"Why did I have to be born to you two?" asked Charlie who stormed up to her room.
"I can't believe she just said that," said a shocked Amy.
"You know that she won't talk to either of us," said Bob after letting out a sigh and sitting down on the couch.
"She's an hour away, not to mention in the middle of work," said Amy.
"Calling her is our only choice to end this peacefully," said Bob. To this, Amy let out a sigh of her own after a minute of thinking things over.
"Alright, I'll make the call," she said before heading to the kitchen to get the phone and make the call. About an hour and thirty minutes later there was a knock-on Charlie's bedroom door.
"Go away," said Charlie, who was laying on her bed with her face buried in the pillows.
"I drove here after getting a call from mom saying something was up," came a voice along with the sound of the door opening and someone entering the room.
"So, I'm not going anywhere till we talk," said Teddy as she stood next to the bed looking down at her baby sister.