Richard was in a fine fit. That skank of a daughter hadn't returned home from school. Because she hadn't knocked on the door, he had missed his favorite television. Now, he sat and nursed a beer as he contemplated what he was going to do with her when she finally crawled home. He just knew that she was spreading her legs for some sucker, just like that bitch that had been his wife had done. She had let everyone ride her, hadn't she? Of course, that was only in his mind. In reality, she had been very standoffish with all men since she didn't want to risk angering Richard over some imagined affair.<br/><br/>The day turned to night and the darkening sky only caused Richard's mood to turn even darker. Well, if that slut was going to spend the night with some sleazebucket john then he was going to make sure he paid well. A good half dozen bottles were hurled at the walls, destroying the room in the process. Broken glass and drywall littered the room. Finally, he passed out again.<br/><br/>A growling stomach woke Richard up Saturday morning. Where is that damn whore? he thought to himself before he remembered that she hadn't come home yesterday. Just like that, his black mood was back. He hauled himself out of the recliner and made his way to the kitchen. The only thing edible were some bagels. As he chewed through one, he made his way to his daughter's bedroom. If she didn't need to come home then she didn't need anything in here, he reasoned. Halfway through breaking up her dresser, he heard a knock. Well, it's about fuckin' time the stupid bitch came home, he thought. He shambled back to the door way, unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door wide open.<br/><br/>"Where in the fu..." That was all he got out before a fist wrapped in brass knuckles slammed into his cheek. The force of the blow sent Richard reeling and he fell to the floor, unconscious. Goose had slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and moved the brass knuckles into position as they walked the final yards to Anna's house. He had a pretty good idea what their father was going to do so he was prepared for it. It had gone off beautifully. The bastard was out cold on the floor. Quickly, he pulled Anna inside and closed the door.<br/><br/>"Go get whatever you want to keep," he told her softly. "I'll take care of this sack of shit."<br/><br/>Goose figured he had about five or ten minutes tops before his father came around. A pair of handcuffs came out and it was quick work to secure Richard's hands behind his back. The belt from his robe doubled nicely as ankle restraints. With the bastard restrained, Goose stood back and waited for Anna to come down and for Richard to come around.