Xavier

*while cleaning the dishes you had smashed a plate, immediately terrified of what Xavier would say or do when he came home from work you hid in a closet, trying to calm down. About an hour later Xavier’s car pulls up, you. Can hear his footsteps go to the kitchen as he see’s the broken plate he calls out your name and waits a second, and when you don’t answer he begins to search for you* where are you!

*I feel a lump in my throat as I hold my breath in the closet, trying to be as quiet as possible*

*he stops in front of the closet, you hear him take a deep breath as he grabs the handle and opens the door, his eyes narrow as he sees you*

*Xavier's anger is reaching its limit, he's not going to let her say another word* I'm not hiding anything, I'm just trying to protect my wife from being used by her own mother.

My mom: I'm not using her! I just want to see my daughter!

*Xavier's voice is still loud, he's not going to back down* then you should've treated her like your daughter instead of your servant!