Sophie's POV: 

Ok so thats my arm and hand bandaged and ready to go, all that leaves now is to clean the mess Kris made.... and looking around its a LOT! "KRIS OPEN THIS DOOR" I hear a man shout a while later banging on the door and before I go to open the door something hits me, thats his father at the door "If anyone in the future should knock on this door and say that they're my mother or father... dont and I repeat DONT let them in" guess I'll have to keep my word and not let him in... even though by the sounds of it he's going to break it open any second now. "Kris open this door or by the count of three I am breaking it down" he shouts he wouldn't break it down would he? "1.... 2....." ... he would. "You're not Kris" says his father as I open the door and as he attempts to walk in I block him. 

"What are you doing? Let me through at once" he says as he tries to get through again "I'm sorry sir but Kris has specifically said that you are not to enter this house" I say and if looks could kill... I would be dead on this floor right now "Who do you think you are I'm his father for crying out loud" he shouts "I'm the maid who's cleaning up the mess you and your wife made" I shout back and instantly regret it as he pushes me out the way and into the wall as he walks in. "Sir you need to leave" I tell him as I stop him from walking up the stairs "No, I'm his father so I can see him if I want to " he says as he tries to walk around me and again I block him "Trust me he doesnt want to see you" I say as his dad grabs my arm with the bandage around it and begins to drag me upstairs with him "No let go" I shout but he doesnt pay attention and continues walking. 

As we walk along the hall and he tries to find Kris' room his grip around my arm gets tighter and tighter "STOP IT YOU'RE HURTING ME" I shout when I cant take it anymore and tears fall down my cheeks "Let her go" someone says behind us and when we both turn around we see Kris... and boy does he look pissed. "Is this her?" his father asks... what is he talking about "STOP IT" I shout as he flings me forward with his grip still tight around my arm. "Let. her. go." replies Kris as his father lets go... finally!... "Kris we need to talk" says his father "No you need to get out" says Kris "Kris please" "GET OUT" he shouts and I begin to think for the second time today I think we're going to once again see the scary side of Kris. To my relief though his father sighs and makes his way downstairs, before that though he gives me another look that could kill me and a few seconds later we hear the front door slam shut. 

"Are you ok?" Kris asks as I nod not saying anything. That's when I feel something warm run down my arm and when I look I see blood reach my hand as Kris rolls up the sleeve of my shirt "How did you do that?" he asks "Umm... you... did it earlier... when you pushed me over" I reply quietly as my gaze drops to the floor and I can hear him sigh as he takes my other hand and leads me downstairs "Let's get you patched up" he mutters as he leads me into the kitchen.