Chloe POV

"Clove, my poor baby" Mother says as she rushes to Clove's side. She pushes me out of the way, forcefully, and I stumble back onto the floor. I groan as I hit my head on the hard floor and I push myself back up into a chair. From across the room I see Papa shooting knives at his wife and her, lover.

"What is going on?" Papa roars as he clenches his fists. He looks so angry, as though he's about to crack at any moment.

"Arrun? What are you doing here? When did you get here?" She trembles, trying to hide the obvious scandal that involves her.

"I'd like to know what he "He points at Marc "is doing here? And why, is she here as well?" He spits. He glares at me for a moment, but then starts towards Marc.

"How long have you two been screwing around? Huh? Spit it out you worthless piece of crap!" Then he finishes by punching him square in the face. I let out a gasp and my hands find their way to my face.

"Arrun!" Mother moves swiftly across the room and slaps Papa in the face. He sets his jaw and all the muscles in his body tense up. Then he releases Marc and he drops to the floor. Then he grabs ahold of Mother's shirt collar and holds her up against the wall.

"How dare you do this to me! To us, to Clove! How could you do this to our family? You are my wife, Laurel, you are supposed to be loyal to me. Just as I were to you! I should have seen it, your true colors. That fake shell of yours has blinded me, creating false thoughts. I cannot believe you would go to something so low as to cheating on one of my employees. I am done with you. Done with all of this crap!" He shrieks as he releases her and she crumples to the ground.

"Please, Arrun. Give me second chance, to make things right. I will never betray your trust again. I will break up with Marc, please!" I swivel my head towards Marc and his face displays confusion and heartbreak.

"But Laurel, you said you wanted to be with me, to be my wife. You said you wanted a fresh start, a new family. You wanted to start over, with me," He cries as he stands helpless in the corner of the room

"Please, stay with me" He practically begs. I watch in silence as he shakily walks over to Mother. Tears are brimming in his eyes and it takes everything in me not to laugh. How could my beautiful Mother go from her strong, powerful husband to a small, pathetic worker who cries when something goes wrong?

Almost in slow motion I watch as Marc gets on one knee. Then he pulls out a red box from his back pocket and opens it to reveal a large crystal diamond sitting on a rose gold band. It's simple, but the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

A gasp is heard from everyone in the room, mostly from Clove. I look over at her and utter bewilderment and fear are plastered on her face. She is gripping the blankets to tightly her hands are turning a different shade, her jaw is clenched tightly and I can tell she's holding back tears.

Do these people remember the reason why there are even here in the first place? Their child just suffered a serious accident! And now they're fighting over their marriage? Great job guys, great job.

"Excuse me, we are in a hospital room because your youngest child just endured a traumatic experience. This is not the place for proposals, nor a fight," I shriek. For the first time Father 'notices' me, and his eyes fill with even more hatred, if that were even possible.

He marches over to me and I begin to quiver.

"And you, what were you doing at MY house? Why were you even any where near my family, you useless rat" He spits

"I was invited by your wife to watch Clove, while she was out getting la-" I am cut off by Clove's shriek

"What? Is that really why you were there? Oh, I was so scared; I thought you wanted to kill me! Whew!" She chuckles. We all stand there in shock, bewildered by her sudden statement. Eventually she quiets down with an apologetic look on her face and speaks quietly,

"You may continue now"

"Ahh, I had every right to be there, one because I was asked by Mother to come to the house and two because I am still technically your daughter" Chloe finishes

"If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from me and Clove and if I ever see your face again near my house, you will never see the light of day again. Do you understand? Be gone with you, you worthless piece of crap" Papa sneers. He waves his hand in a dismissive way and there is nothing left for me to do, but leave. I pick up my bag that's sitting beside my chair and I clasp Clove's hand in mine and bend down to her ear.

"I'll be back, I swear" I give her a tight squeeze and a small smile. Then I turn around to see a fuming Papa.

"Take good care of her," I mutter as I push past him. My shoulder tubs against his bicep and he grabs onto my arm. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it and releases my arm. I scurry out of the room, very ashamed that I allowed myself to leave Clove in a room with those monsters.

I will never leave them alone.

Clove POV

I watch in despair as Chloe leaves the room. I wish she had stayed and these people who are supposed to be my parents, left. I may not know Chloe very well, but I still love and respect her. Just like Momma told me to.

"Arrun, what do you mean by leave Clove and me alone? Why weren't I included?" Mother sobs, already knowing the answer.

"Because, it is just Clove and I now. You are relieved from our family. I never want to see you again, and I suggest moving to another district" He snarls. I can tell he is trying to maintain his anger, either for me or for Mother.

Her mouth goes agape and she stumbles forward, reaching out to hold Papa.

"Please, I never wanted this, I still love you! Please, Arrun!" She sobs, tears running down her face. It breaks my heart to see her like this and I know it breaks Papa's as well. But she broke his, so she deserves it.

"Go, woman. I never want to see your deceiving horrific face again!" She opens her mouth to protest, but closes it in dismay. She walks awkwardly out of the room, head bowed low and tears falling to the floor.

I choke down a sob, but I am unable to refrain the tears that stream down my face in a matter of seconds. I try to wipe them away, but every time I move, my body protests and sends a horrible pain throughout my petite figure. So I sit there, helpless, trying to wrap my head around everything that just occurred.

"Marc" Papa shouts, waking me from my trance, "I don't think I have to tell you you're fired. Pack your things and you will be evacuated from the office immediately. Give no one reasons, and if you do, you will be a sorry man. Leave the district and go abduct someone else's wife"

"Sir, I"

"No. You will stay away from my family and if you so much as object you will wish you were never born" Papa finishes. Marc is practically shaking with fear as he slowly slips the ring back in his pocket and steps back.

"I will sir. I-I promise. I will cause no more grief to your family" He stutters as he stumbles into a chair. Beads of sweat trail down his hairline and he nervously rushes out of the room.

Once he's gone and out of sight for life, Papa takes a seat in the chair beside my bed. He rubs his face and sits there for a few moments, with his head in his hands.

I lie back down and close my eyes. Did that all really just happen? Why is it this is the first I've heard of anything? I feel just like Papa. Betrayed, angry, frustrated and most of all heartbroken. Did Mother really want a new family? Were we really that big of failures? Why did she have to go? Why did Papa make her go? Why did Papa make Chloe go? Why has Papa demanded that everyone go? Will I be next?

Okay, so this is a bit of a stranger chapter. It was really hard to write, and I didn't like one part of it. The fighting was amateur and I really didn't like writing that part. I'm sorry, I know I didn't do a good job, but this had to be written. I just don't like writing heartbreak and sadness like that…D: