Compassion was her middle name it seemed. He nodded his agreement to her and let her go find a blanket to drape over their father. As she did so,  he thought back to when they were both living under Richard's thumb. It had been Anna every time that had pleaded with him to be compassionate with someone. No wonder he had been able to become so ruthless in juvie, he thought to himself. Without her moderating influence, his darker side had blossomed. It hadn't just blossomed but taken root and exploded into being. His thoughts were interrupted when Richard began shouting again.<br/><br/>The pain that had accompanied the blow to his kidneys had silenced Richard for several minutes. It took all of his concentration to not cry out and plead for mercy. In fact, the pain had caused him to not hear anything that the bastard boy had said to him. Finally his eyes stopped watering and he was able to hear again. All he heard was that slut of a daughter asking if she could at least put a blanket over him. What the hell did she mean by that? Why wasn't she untying him?<br/><br/>"Did you enjoy the skank's nasty snatch, asshole?" he taunted. "I left that alone because I didn't want to get any diseases once she lost her cherry. Get this shit off me so I can beat your ass with your own arm!"<br/><br/>Goose rolled his eyes and knelt by Richard's head. The moron didn't get it so he was going to drive it home once more. Goose grabbed a handful of his father's disgusting hair and lifted his head up until his neck almost broke. He stared into his father's eyes with sheer hatred.<br/><br/>"Your kind daughter is getting you a blanket so you won't get cold laying on the fuckin' floor," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm leaving you like this while I take her home so she can get over whatever cold she has before it turns worse. Her virginity is intact and will remain that way as long as she wishes. You and I are going to have a long discussion Monday after I drop her off at school. Nod your head yes that you agree."<br/><br/>With that, Goose slammed his father's head into the floor, breaking his nose. Blood started to pool under his head but it wouldn't be enough for Goose to worry about the asshole escaping the punishment that his son had in store for him. Taking Anna's hand once she had placed the blanket on Richard, Goose walked her out of the door and closed it firmly. His body shook with anger. It had been a close call and his anger had almost slipped its leash. That would have ended badly since he wanted to kill the son of bitch.<br/><br/>"Let's go home, Anna," he told her.