I don't turn to greet my father. I stay put, facing the door, never once looking behind me.

I hear my father climb the porch steps behind me. When he gets closer, I smell him. Not in a weird way, but it's impossible to ignore the strong smell of alcohol on his breath.

I move out of the way to let him enter the house. He doesn't glare at me, he doesn't speak to me. I hear him mumble under his alcohol-induced breath, "This is all your fault."

I don't reply. I don't look up at him to argue. It is a lost cause. This is my fault.

He opens the door, stepping into the warm house. I take a step to follow him, until the door slams right into my face. New tears begin to spill down my face, bringing me the only warm comfort I've had in an hour. The rest of me aches with chilling secrets. I hate it.

I place my hand on the door knob, though I can't get my hand to turn it. I try and try, but I only get frustrated. More tears trickle down my red cheeks.

I finally open the door, trying to talk myself into how when I enter the house, everything will be normal. Instead, I am greeted with the shouting of my parents, coming from the kitchen.

I sit on the couch, not waiting to go and intrude. But their conversation is loud enough for the entire house to hear. Maybe even the house across the street to hear.

"It was for three months, Joy! Three months!!"

"What about before that? How many other cute, young girls did you see before that!"

A moment of silence.

"Two." My father's devastated voice cracks, breaking the silence.

"Two? Two!? Warren, you've got to be kidding me! I am your wife! You have two, beautiful girls that are your daughters. And you are telling me that you've been seeing three other women?" My mother's voice rings out, clear, and strong.

"Give me a break!" My father roars back.

"Don't give me that! You've had three breaks from me. Now I want a break from you!" I hear Mom's voice choke a bit, then turning into a sad sob. A cry for help.

"Joy... Please."

"Please what? Forgive you? In your dreams. Now leave me alone!" My mother cries out.

Seconds later, my father barges through the kitchen door, and rushes into his room, slamming the door behind him.

My heart sinks.

I want to go comfort my mother, but I also need comforting. I stand up and start climbing the stairs to my room, when I see Lily standing on the top step.

"What was that about?" Lily tilts her head. She's been crying, I can see it in her brown eyes.

"What was what about?"

"The yelling. I heard it from my room. They've been doing that ever since Dad got home."

"They're just fighting right now, I guess." I try to shrug, but even I can tell how fake it really is.

Lily's eyes start to tear up again, and she rushes back into her room, down the hall. I don't run after her, I don't try to comfort her. She needs her alone time, and I need mine.

I walk to my room, and open the door. Inside here, everything is normal to me. My walls are painted a light baby blue. My full-sized bed is up against the wall, the comforter a light gray. My wall is filled with polaroid photos of everything, ranging from Amity and I taking goofy photos, or from a family vacation at Disney World.

Will we ever go to Disney World as a family again?

I sigh, and shake my head. Probably not. Not after the secrets I spilled.

I plug my phone up to the charger next to my bed, and see more texts and messages from Amity.

I ignore them, setting my phone on my bedside table. I plop down onto my bed, and let out a long sigh. I want to cry, but no tears fall from my eyes. I close my eyes, letting the darkness consume me. Sleepiness overcomes me, and I hear soft cries coming from Lily's room.

I feel a light tap on my right shoulder.

"Dani?"

I rub my tired eyes and let out a silent yawn. I force my body to sit up and look over to face my little sister. Her face is red and puffy, her eyes tired and cold. She doesn't want to be here, I can tell by the way she looks at me. A look she's only had one other time, a time I remember well.

It was October, two years ago. It was my family's very first time to Disney World. We were spending the day at Magic Kingdom, Lily's favorite park that we had visited so far. We had ridden every ride we were tall enough to, since Lily was only five at the time. I was thirteen, and fearless. The one ride we had been putting off all day was The Haunted Mansion. Lily kept flat out refusing to ride it. As for me, all I wanted to do was ride it after dark, just so the creepy factor went up a little more. But this ride was built for children, so I knew it would be the perfect ride for Lily.

"Lily, let me make a deal with you." I said as we walked into Liberty Square, the smell of freshly popped popcorn and turkey legs wafted into the air around us.

"What?" She asked me, her face barely visible due to the low light, the sun beginning to set.

"What if I ride Haunted Mansion with you? Me and you against all the ghosts. Then, once we ride it, we don't ever have to ride it again. And if you ride it with me, I'll by you an ice cream sandwich." I tell her. This was the perfect plan. Surely she would ride it with me now.

"Hmm..." She thought to herself, and tapped her chin like she'd seen grown-ups in movies do. "Alright. Deal."

And so it was, Lily took my hand and we lead Mom and Dad over to the waiting line. It took us about twenty-five minutes to go through. Lily found the interactive line amusing, and we continued into the dark manor.

We went into the stretching room, and listened as a "ghost" spoke over the loud speakers. Then, the lights cut out, and someone screamed. Lily grabbed onto my hand, and squeezed it tightly. As the lights came back on, her eyes showed pure fear. She didn't want to be here.

As we continued to board our carts, I kept telling Lily that the ghosts were kind, and that they wouldn't hurt her. Lily was scared, but she trusted me. I would never lie to her.

As we got off of the ride, Lily's grin was larger than any Disney World advertisements.

"Hey, Dani?" Lily turned to me.

"Yes?"

"Can we go ride it again?"

I smiled, "Of course."

"Dani?" Lily says again, a bit louder this time.

"Lily," I say, but it doesn't come out a question. "Do you remember the first time you rode Haunted Mansion at Disney World.

Lily lets a glimmer of light seep into her tired eyes. She nods.

"You still trust me, right?"

Lily nods again, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Good. Trust is important." I sigh. "Let's go downstairs."

Lily nods once more, and takes my hand. I get out of bed, and exit my room. We begin to descend down the stairs. As we enter the living room where my parents are stand, I can feel the tension in the air.

And it is suffocating me.