37 - Jack

"What's going on?" Mom asked me as she stepped forward, turning immediately to Crista for help, but I stopped her.

"Don't help her," I murmured, displaying no emotion in my voice.

To my astonishment, my mother released the grasp I had on her arm and went to check on Crista, who was already lying on the ground with her tears continuously falling down.

"Crista, relax and take a deep breath," Mom said as she tried to rub Crista's back.

Crista's sobbing became even more intense and louder as she was held by mom, shaking and sobbing as though she was a victim the entire time she was clinging to her. I scoffed, my vision turning red at what I saw.

I was aware that there were other people staring out the window and door, but at that point, I didn't care. I separated mum and Crista as forcefully as I could. I was able to stop her from speaking and reprimanding me for my actions before she could say anything.

I only needed to say it once for everyone in the house to halt what they were doing: