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Hunk almost got hit by a car while rushing out, Lance slid off the back seat. Pidge stumbled frantically when seeing Matt. "What's going on?" Pidge screeched to her brother, who was holding his head. "Dad, it's dad." Matt showed them to the side yard. A pile of what seemed to appear as trash could be seen in the distance.

"What-? What's going on, Matt?" Pidge squinted sprinting toward her sight. Matt grabbed her shirt, pulling her back. "Don't go. I'll explain once we get inside." Hunk and Lance exchanged looks, questioning if they should've really been there. This appeared as a family matter, not one for close family friends.

They walked back to the front door, which was unlocked. The house implied as if everything was normal, not was really out of the ordinary.
From what the three teens had examined, nothing was actually wrong. Perhaps this was a meeting that Matt had called upon to talk about their dad, Mr.Holt. But, that wouldn't explain the garbage.

"Come on," Matt hurried up the carpeted steps, as well did Pidge, Lance, and Hunk. They all strolled through the hall, Matt leading them to a specific room. The Sakura colored room was now flushed white, and the hints of magenta swirls were layered over. Pidge's face grew long, a weird feeling erupting inside of her.
A completely new feeling, one that sparked anger and sadness, maybe a feeling of pain.

Hunk and Lance held her shoulders as the friends looked into Matt and Pidge's mother's room. Colleen's room, a second mother to both Lance and Hunk when their own mothers weren't there. "Why?" Pidge braced on Matt's brown cloth jacket, her face now showing that she wanted to cry. Her eyes were swelled and looked teary, also her nose was red and puffy.

"That's the thing, I don't really know. I came here to get my car keys to meet you guys at Michaels. Then I heard sounds of—almost like breaking and shattering. Mom's vase collections were completely wiped out when I entered the house." A little sadness smacked Lance and Hunk in the face, knowing how much Colleen cared for that collection. It was... special. Pidge tugged on her brother's coat.
"Why?!" Single tears fell from the corners of her hazel eyes. Matt blinked, staring down at his little sister.

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea, Katie." He pulled her in for a hug. Hunk stared at the ground, his mouth sewn shut. Lance joined the hug within Matt and Pidge. More shattering and clanks could be heard from the back window.
Matt sighed, pulling all of them in to the room.
"Dad is trying to erase our memory of her. I'm calling the police if he doesn't stop. No doubt somebody already did." Matt crossed his arms, inhaling the scent of fresh paint.

"Why would be want to do the impossible?" Pidge grumpily asked. Matt shrugged, sitting down on the white-sheeted bed. Lance licked his dried up lips, "Maybe something happened?" He said. Hunk nodded in agreement. "But what?" Silence fell among the four teenagers as the questioned.
"Look, I'm not saying that we should go investigate..." Lance began. "Because it's none of our business—" Matt coughed.

"Of course it's your business. We grew up together, Lance. All of us, this is as much your business as Pidge and mine. But, continue." Matt interrupted quickly. Lance blinked, "We should at least try and find out what the hell is happening. Not a full on murder interrogation or anything," Lance continued. Pidge gazed at the window to see her father angrily throwing items all over the place. Their backyard for one, was a wreck, and secondly, there was something that appeared as a fire or a fire pit.

The sun was going down pretty early, and the light glimmered right back at the small girl.
She grunted, turning her back to her friends.
"You do know he's also burning shit, right?" Pidge pointed to the fire, for Hunk couldn't see it. "What is he doing, a satanic ritual?" Lance rolled his eyes, heading for the door.
"Hunk and I both have to get home before midnight, so c'mon." He gestured for them to follow him.

"Where exactly are we going, Lance?" Matt asked, rushingly strolling down their hallway.
"We're going to find out why Mr.Holt is acting like this, find out what he broke, and what he is breaking. Once he is calmed down then we can go inspect what he did, and why he did it. Along with that, I'll call Rachel. The professional psychiatrist." Lance said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"That shouldn't take until midnight to do." Pidge suggested. Matt shook his head in disagreement. "You'd be surprised. It depends on how long dad continues his actions." Matt stated. "How do you guys know so much about psychology? Lance, you didn't even take the class." Hunk asked curiously.

"I have to listen to Rachel blabber on about all her stuff. I listen, because I'm a good brother, obviously." Lance bragged.

"I took the class with Rachel. Plus, she was my partner. Imagine how much talking I had to listen to." Matt scoffed.

...

"Uh, Rach? Hi." Lance called at about nine o'clock. She smiled from the other side of the house. "Hey, Lance. What's up?" She asked cheerfully. "We need you to get over to Matt and Pidge's house." He asked a favor.
"Sure, what for?" She began to exit her room.

Lance hesitantly loomed his eyes at Matt, who nodded. "We think Mr.Holt is going mad!" Lance exclaimed. Rachel laughed arrogantly.
"You're kidding." She insisting, now obviously entering the loud living room. Rachel's face scrunched up at Mateo's obnoxious behavior.
"¡Oye, Mateo! Quédate con el tío Samuel por ahora." She yelled. Hopefully Veronica would return from PC [Panorama Conservatory] soon. Rachel couldn't handle having Mateo and Sophia around that often. Imagine how hard it would be with her own child around.

"I'm the furtherest from kidding, Rachel. He's throwing vases and all of Colleen's belongings around the backyard. He's even burning some stuff. Don't come through the back door. Matt's waiting for you at the front." Lance muttered softly into the speaker of the phone. Rachel bit her bottom lip, approaching the Holt household.

// Hey! I actually updated! I haven't gotten time because of exams. Anyways, Love you all.
Kisses, Rena <3 //

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