<i>"No, you homophobic bastard, I'm a les- AGH! Fuck..!" Morgana was yelling at him and he was yelling right back, neither listening to the other. he smacked her hard across the face and she kicked his knee. He picked up a plate and threw it, she dodged and the plate spun off and hit Lonny. That made her snap, She was prepared to take whatever the bastard could dish out, but no way in hell was her gonna hurt her kid sis. She didn't even realise the switchblade was in her hand until she heard the soft </i>snick<i>and saw her dad step back slightly. She didn't look down. This was not Morgana's first knife fight, but it was the first time she'd pulled against her father. <br/>
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His eyes flicked to one side and she struck hard, aiming for his chest, the red mist of insane rage in front of her eyes making her see only the evil bully that had tormented every woman he had ever known. This was not her father, this was some bastard who she needed to kill... <br/>
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He moved,  and the blade sliced through his shoulder, cutting the shoulder-strap of the appropriately named wifebeater he was wearing, blood flowed, but he'd grabbed a knife from the table. Morgana stepped back to get some room. Hi was bigger, heavier, and had the reach on her, especially with that blade. Her foot landed on something that moved and she stumbled, took her eyes off him, for a split second while she tried to regain her balance, and a searing pain, hot and bright, peirced her left shoulder. She staggered, held the knife high as she fell, and then there were hands on her, dragging her away...<br/>
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She woke up in a strange bed, fresh bandages on her shoulder,  wheezing and short of breath, but alive and safe. For now. Lonny was there and so was... "Mom?" Her voice croaked. </i><br/><br/>That was in the past. Her shoulder still bothered her, the flesh healed, but the rib was chipped and the stitches they put in the outside of her lung to stop the bleeding and the pleural heamo-something-or-other, still hurt if she coughed or did any strenuous exercise. The police hadn't wanted to know. Domestic violence was something they didn't get involved in, and as no-one was willing to press charges against anyone else, that was the end of the matter.<br/><br/>She was munching a bowl of wheetos when her phone pinged.<br/><br/><div style="display: inline-block; max-width: 70%; margin-left: auto; background: #2dca1f; color:#fff; font-family: 'Helvetica', sans-serif; text-align:left; border-radius: 10px; padding: 0px 10px">Babysis:  Morning everyone, hopefully everything goes right today for the party! </div><br/><br/>She grinned, because she heard Avalon coming down the stairs.<br/><div style="text-align: right">
<div style="display: inline-block; max-width: 70%; margin-left: auto; background: #2dca1f; color:#fff; font-family: 'Helvetica', sans-serif; text-align:left; border-radius: 10px; padding: 0px 10px">Fabfive +Nina: Hey Baby Sis. I'm drinking all the coffee, better get here quick if you want some</div>
</div><br/><br/>She hear the distinctive tone of Lonny's phone receiving a text and looked up from the bowl. "Hey kiddo. How're you doin'?" She grinned. "I got you somethin'. You want it now, or tonight at the party?"