Michaels POV :
I walked up to my room, entering the bathroom. I felt so guilty... I wish I was normal... I wish I didn't have such bad anger issues... a door opened aggressively and slammed "shoot, [Crying child] must've told dad!" I got prepared, though he wouldn't hit me, he would just give me really tiring tasks and tell me how disappointed he is in me- errrr god. "Michael? Are you in there?" I came out, "Uh- Yeah?" I walked up to dad. "I need help with some housework before we go to the restaurant for your birthday, could you please help me?" I sighed in relief, I can't believe I was relieved over housework "sure dad!"
[5 hours later] 10:35
"Dad... can we please stop cleaning? I want to go celebrate my birthday?" I dropped my broom stick "Yes Michael, Go get ready" I walked up to my room, I wasn't even gonna get changed, I was just gonna put on my shoes.
Dave's POV :
Michael walked up the stairs, I went to go to [Crying child's] room to go get them ready. "MICHAEL CAN YOU GO GET BETH DRESSED?" I said, awaiting a response. "WAIT ISNT CHARLIE HERE TO?" I sighed, Michael is so stupid sometimes "HENRY WILL TAKE CARE OF HER AND THE HOUSE WHILE WE'RE GONE!" I walked into [Crying child's] room, closing the door behind me. It was a absolute mess inside his room, I kicked some trash and clothes out of the way to get a clear path. "What's with all these bloody tissues?" [Crying child] looked up at me "I don't know." I went into his closet looking at the clothes I could get him. "Here! Wear this." I tossed the clothes onto their bed. "Okay. Thanks dad." I left his room and went to go check if Michael was getting Beth dressed, I was really concerned for [Crying child], their room was like a land fill and there was bloody tissues and blood stains on their blanket, I'll check up on them tomorrow, today is Michael's birthday and I need to focus on him right now. I walked into beths room and she was in worn out overalls and tall black sneakers. "Michael what is she wearing?!" Michael laughed "what I want her to wear!" Beth and Michael laughed. I rubbed my forehead "Alright mike...Let's go. [Crying child] MEET US AT THE FRONT DOOR!" We walked to the door.
