Sam rested his forehead against the door-frame. He didn't understand why his mom would try to hide it from him. His dad came up and commanded his mom to open the door, to which she obeyed. Sam ignored him. He didn't want to make things worse. If he did, his mom might have to suffer for it. To his relief, his dad left the room to wet a rag. At least he was going to take care of what he did. Sam didn't have any respect for the man no matter what he did, but he was glad to know that his mother wouldn't be getting hurt anymore that night. "I'm going to bed." Sam mumbled and headed to his room.