He would come home drunk late at night and shout at my new mother; sometimes I could hear that she was crying because my father was beating her. He di... this to my own mother too when she was alive. I hated my father for this but there was nothing I could do about it. One night her wails were a little louder and I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up and stepped towards my father’s room to see what was the matter. The door of my father’s room was closed but the window was open and the lights were. The best kind. I unlock the door - something that prevents another incident like the one I mentioned before, and step out lightly into the hallway, and walk right into my room that's just beside it. "Hey, bud" "What're you doing here?" I reply with a curious tone to my voice. "Well... your mum let me in, is that okay?" Gary said with a genuinely sincere look on his face. "Yeah sure, just... I thought you were going to be here at three?" I look at him questioningly "Dude, it is three!" He looks. She appeared to be about 31 or 32 years old with short brown hair and blue eyes. She had a normal figure for someone her age. She was wearing a skirt and a long sleeve blouse.“I’m Amelia, and I transferred here. Greg has been shot and carried off by some of the men after me, and I didn’t know what else to do after the ‘Book’ appeared,” I told her and shoved the ‘Book’ at her.She took the ‘Book’, which had snapped closed as I finished the spell and its glyph, and opened it. Her eyes grew bigger,. She’s wearing a light blouse with a couple of buttons unfastened for his benefit. Chuck’s right. She has changed. He can’t put his finger on it, but she has a different demeanor.Their food arrives. Mike takes a couple of bites and tells his wife, “This is really hot.” He gulps his beer. “Here, try some.”“Mmmm this is hot. I’m glad you ordered beer.”“You know I like cold beer with Thai.”“I know you do. Like when you went all the way to the liquor store just to get a couple of six-packs.” She.