Zac; Stuck in the home until his wounds heal.

My face does look pretty bad, with two shades of purple, but the swelling has gone down. Mom said that if I leave the house people will think she's beating me, so I have to stay on the property for awhile. I tried to tell her that out of 6 siblings, fights happen, and I could blame it on that, but she just solemnly shook her head and walked away. I think she's worried about dad. I'm not, however, worried about dad...I'm worried about whats gonna happen to me when dad gets back. I said some things that were way out of line, and I don't want to be here when they fly back at me. I decide I'm gonna get a book from my bedroom, and then jet over to the treehouse, maybe meet Maui there or something. Taylor is on his bed, with his head in his hands, deep in thought, and he barely glances up when I say him name. I walk past him, and grab the book I wanted off the dresser that contains my boxer shorts, and I pet Tay as I leave, but he's pretty far gone, so I'm thinking he's thinking about the move. What else could have anyone so down...besides maybe...a girl.