"If my parents knew, my dad would get his rifle, and my mom would drive him here in her bus and probably use it to batter right through the door," Fred told Cait softly as she worked. "Sometimes I'm glad that my work over the years has meant that I couldn't tell them what was going on."
She looked over her shoulder at the door and then around the room before turning slightly to show Cait what she had been doing. She taken the springs and used the floor to straighten out one of the ends on them, making makeshift darts of sorts. She had no idea if would work, but she wanted something that had the possibility of hurting badly if they threw it.
"I'm going to make as many of these as I can before he comes back," she whispered. "I would have tried to take the bed apart, but it's bolted together, so these will have to do."
Hearing a noise, she paused for a second, but when no one came in, she quickly got back to work, making more.