Viola looked back toward her father, hand on the door frame to the room. Her hazel eyes flicking to his face and then to the floor. It was hard to stay angry at her father, sometimes that was the issue. He felt guilt for everything she did, every bit of trouble she got into, and he had no right to take that upon himself. They were her mistakes to make and deal with, not his.
Afraid that the lump in her throat would give her emotions away, she nodded to him and disappeared into the room. Closing the door behind her, she let her legs collapse under her, the red burning light buzzing in her palms. She took a few deep breaths, managed to pull her pajamas on, and crawled her way into her bed. Luckily Emily had taken the top bunk that night.