Lissa Snow and Darshan Snow's home

This home is a small 2 bedroom concrete house, in reasonable repair. clean light yellow paint outside and a comfortable and snug interior. as soon as you enter the house you are in the living room, and one bedroom branches off from each side, with the kitchen, bathroom and laundry room at the back of the house. outside are a few bushes edging the front yard and there is a small bench where Lissa escapes to when she can.

Most people don't know what the house is like inside as visitors are not allowed. at least Lissa isn't allowed to bring anyone over.

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Lissa walked slowly, purposefully drawing out the time it was taking her. She knew eventually she would have to stop putting off going home, but for now, she still had time. As she crosssed the school's courtyard, she watched a small blue bird a few moments as it happily searched the bright green grass for bugs. She smiled at it. The little bird just looked so carefree, its only concern right then was getting food to eat. By this time Lissa had stopped so it wouldnt get scared of her.

She waited and watched till the bird had gotten its bug and flown off, her eyes following the bird's flight into the air. Lissa continued on her way and soon reached the mall, tempted to turn toward it and kill an hour or more there. Certainly she would rather be there than home, but she forced her feet to take her on to the house she and her dad shared. after several moments she could see the shape of her house coming into view.

As the blue haired teenager came into view, a couple of curly haired grade-schoolers came into view and ran over to the girl. There was a little boy in an oversized hand-me-down newsboy cap and a little girl with pigtails clutching his hand. Obviously, she was his little sister and it looked like the two of them were very upset. "E-excuse me lady..." The little boy started shyly, "C-can you help us? We've been looking everywhere, but we just can't find our pet." He motioned to himself and his distraught little sister. Big soggy tears cascaded down her heated cheeks and she looked up towards Lissa with huge watery eyes. "B-b-bobby -hic- left the door open -sniffle- and now our kitty is GONE!" Suddenly she burst into a wail and started sobbing as if it were the end of the world.

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If they were going to do this, then they'd better do it quickly. The lot of them had parked in different places, nowhere near this house and had already planned their escape routes. The timer had started when they arrived and they only had about thirteen minutes left. Everything was all set. Each one of them wore plain, bland jackets and ski masks so their hair and faces were completely covered. Mr. Snow wasn't going to be identifying any of them anytime soon. Not that he was even going to see any of them. Chuck clutched the object in his hand as one of John's friends quietly finished picking the lock. They knew right where to go, thanks to Keith's handiwork. His hacking skills had gotten them all floor plans of the house, through the island's political database. He didn't want to think about that fact too hard. His soft-spoken brother was far more dangerous than he looked. And the twelve year old had even put together the plan.

BP.

The door came open and they stealthily filed in, one by one. Chuck took a long, steadying breath and resolved himself to what he was about to do. This was dangerous and absolutely illegal - not to mention it was morally wrong - but he, nor any of the group he was with, could NOT tolerate a grown ass man beating his own daughter to the point of horrifying violence. Trying to talk to him about it was definitely not going to stop Lissa's nightmare. In fact, it'd probably only make it worse. No. This had to be done. Moving quietly, they made their way through the house, searching for the girl's abuser. Surprisingly, it didn't take long. Mr. Snow was staring intently out the living room window, a dark look marring his features. The living room. How ironic.

BP.

Chuck silently made his way behind the man, the item in his hand was at the ready. His task was probably the worst of them all. Seizing the opportunity, he flung the item - a blanket - over Mr. Snow. As it covered the taller man, Chuck grabbed the man and flung him (and himself) to the floor and held on tight. He tucked his head as he heard the others rush around the two of them and start mercilessly beating the living shit out of the downed man. Some had baseball bats, one guy had a tire iron and another had a lead pipe. They didn't go easy on him, despite the fact that he was currently defenseless. Chuck was certain he'd heard several bones break, arms, legs, ribs... and what sounded sickeningly like the man's jaw. He sure as hell didn't envy the man. He wasn't going to come out of it completely unscathed himself. But that was always a risk when you threw someone a blanket party.

Lissa stopped in shock at the sight of the two little kids running up to her unexpectedly. When the little boy mentioned a missing pet and the absolutely adorable brown haired girl suddenly broke out in tears, Lissa knelt down in front of her wanting to comfort her, while looking up at her brother. "Where was your kitty when you last saw it?" She asked. "I can help you search if you want me to."
What Lissa really wanted was to get these two kids away from her yard cause she didn't want her dad seeing them there. God knew what he would do seeing the two children. She looked nervously at her house before turning back to the kids, shielding them from sight of the large living room window.

Darshan waited for his daughter to come home from school, in a very foul mood. The little bitch hadn't done the dishes properly before she'd left for school that morning. Apparently she had forgotten the house rules. Well tonight's beating would put her in her place again. He'd make sure of that. He stood there patiently, knowing she would be home soon.He heard the door open slowly and as he turned to confront Lissa, he was surprised to see the dark nothing underneath what appeared to be a large heavy blanket. He immediately started attempting to punch whatever-or whoever- had thrown it over him. Mr Snow had very little actual fighting experience though he still did what he could.

Once he was down, he could tell that there were several people in his house. Did the little bitch have something to do with this? He didn't know but he would find out. It felt like they were attempting to kill him. Perhaps they were but he refused to give up in his own damn house. he started to kick at them as someone held him down, punching at the thick material with his still good arm. He was screaming foul curses at them as he continued attempting to free himself from the tight grip. Oh he was going to kill her when he saw her again. She would be sorry she ever orchestrated this. He could feel the blood on his arms, back, shoulders..well almost everywhere, gluing his clothes to his body.