Things were escalating as Jean sat there, too late realizing Allie had shifted her position to her knees. She gasped as Allie put her hands on Jean’s shoulders, seeing that unhinged sort of look in her daughter’s eyes. She’d seen that look before, always when the girl’s father was having one of his moments. Usually it meant to give him space, which she knew she needed to do with Allie.<br/><br/>But then Allie continued, shocking Jean as the teen straddled her mother’s lap. Gripping her blouse, exposing Jean’s tight stomach as the fabric bunched and lifted. Jean underestimated how strong Allie had gotten as she felt her back pulled slightly from the edge of the couch. Eyes wide as she looked up at her daughter. She couldn’t back down though, couldn’t give in to this type of behavior. That would be enabling the girl.. she’d read that somewhere.<br/><br/>But she was scared, sweating a bit as her face reddened and heart raced. She wasn’t a violent parent - if she responded with violence things would surely escalate. She still thought she could reason with her daughter, as misguided as that seemed.<br/><br/>“Allie.. get off my right now!” She angrily looked at those piercing eyes of her daughter, making her swallow a lump in her throat. “I mean it. I’ll.. I’ll ground you. You’ll spend these next few months in your room if you keep it up, young lady.” She didn’t know what else she could take, but restricting Albany’s freedom more was where he kind went. She was too far in to back down now... backing off would only show that this sort of behavior would get Allie what she wanted.