It's been a week.

Papa and Dad were in the kitchen again, yelling at each other.

Things started to crashed around. Me and my litter mates sat on the couch, them acting as if nothing is happening in the other room.

Then, a glass flying from the kitchen slams above us on the wall.

It shatters and glass rains down. Pj and Spilled dart off the couch. I was a to slow and squealed in fear, feeling a sharp pain in my cheek.

The yelling stopped. Dad and Papa rushes into the room to see what was wrong.

I put my hand on my cheek. When I pulled away it was red and wet.

Seeing me Papa growls and Dad. "Ink! I told you to watch were you're throwing shit!"

He quickly picked me up from the glass covered couch and set me down at the table. Hovering over me.

"Gradient are you ok?"

Dad grunted. "Calm down Error! He's fine. A little glass isn't gonna hurt him-"

"Ink his cheek is practically split open!"

Papa takes off his scarf.

"There isn't much blood-"

"It doesn't matter! He's still hurt."

He presses it to my cheek.

"Oh stop."

"Ink, it's gone to far this time."

"It's not like it took out his eye!"

Papa paused as he stared down at me and gives me a sad look.

He closed his eyes for a moment before looking at Dad.

"I want a divorce."

My Soul stops. Pj and Spilled look at each other in confusion on what exactly he meant.

I knew. And it scared me.

Dad stared at him for a moment before smirking.

"Nice try Error, but I'm not falling for that little threat."

"I'm serious Ink. I can't take this anymore."

"Error enough-"

"Our fights and bickering. It's hurting me, it's hurting you, and now it's hurting the boys."

"Error-"

"I. Want. A. Divorce. Ink."

Dad stared at him, then down at me, then to my brothers.

He sighed and looked away.

"Alright. We'll go to court tomorrow morning. Now, I'm going bed."