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Frank continued to stare coldly at his wife as he anxiously awaited her response. However, she could only stand there, feeling puzzled, impatient, and terrified by her husband. Sensing her frustration, Frank grew even more angry because she refused to fight with him. He then leapt out at her like a lion puncing towards his prey. Though she was caught off guard, Pat managed to dodge his leap, which sent him hurling over a rocking chair.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. Frank, angrier than ever that he had not only broken his grandmother's rocking chair, but that it was Patricia's fault! How dare she raise a hand  to me, he hypocritically thought to himself. He went for Patricia again, a dead and stone-cold look in his beady, snake-like eyes.

Another piercing crash, however, had stolen Frank's attention. He whipped around to discover what had made the loud sound and was furious when he found out. Brandon had gotten so fearful as to what was going to happen to his mother that he attempted to run to her aid. Not watching where he was going, he tripped over his toy truck in the middle of the living room floor. He reached for the coffee table to break his fall, but ended up knocking it over, sending a glass vase full of flowers, crashing to the floor.

"Why you little..", Frank began. "No!", Pat yelled. "I won't let you hurt Brandon! I won't!!"

She started towards him, grabbing him by his forearm, but was shoved away. Brandon, his face white with fear, stood there trembling and unable to move.

Patricia jumped in front of Frank and pushed Brandon to the side, fearing that her husband woud do something to endanger their son. "Pat, move!!!" "No! I won't let you hurt Brandon!"

Frank grabbed his wife by her elbows, shoving her to the couch and exiting towards the kitchen.

Pat lay there, frozen with fear while whispering words of reassurance to herself.

Brandon, almost recovering from the previous incident, trembled as he whispered, "Mommy, are you ok?"

"Yes, sweetie. Mommy's fine", Pat replied, trying desperatly not to sound afraid, hoping that it would calm her son.

"Brandon," she said again, "I want you to go over to Randy's house, ok? Call the police. Tell Randy's mommy to call them and tell them what's happening, ok?"

"No, MOmmy! I won't leave you", Brandon sobbed. "Mommy, why is Daddy doing this?"

"Brandon, just go to Randy's house, please? Do it for Mommy!" "No, I won't leave you!!", he repeated.

Suddenly, Brandon's face got pale as he turned his back slightly away from his mom.

"Sweetheart? Sweetheart, what's wrong?", Pat asked, fearing the worst.

Brandon slowly took a few steps back while keeping his eyes locked in the same position.

"Brandon? Sweetie, what's wrong?", Pat asked, impatient and mortified.

She looked up to see Frank rounding the couch with a butcher knife in his hand.