Fauna:
"Do you not think that is too much? I think we should stop," my mother whispered.
A loud smacking sound followed, and my hands flew to my ears as I covered them. I closed my eyes, tears spilling down my cheeks.
"Do not ever question my methods again," my father warned in a harsh tone.
"I am just saying," she tried to speak again, but I heard her grunt, and I could only think he was choking her. I wanted to go inside, but I knew that would make things worse. Then I heard my mother gasp for air, as if he had finally let her go.
"Anyway, what should we do about this headmaster and his son? They are probably here asking about Nook because they want information about Clementine. Good thing Nook is not dead and Clementine is not with him. She is probably even—"
My father stopped talking suddenly. I moved closer and placed my ear against the door. When I heard footsteps rushing toward it, fear ran through me and I stepped back.
