Mother?
Aaron
Rising from the floor, I stopped Junior from turning me into his punching bag. I might not want to get into a fist fight with him, but I was not about to sit around and watch him beat me up for a crime I didn't commit.
Once I was back on my feet, I gave Olivia a firm stare, and only then did I notice the bruises on her body. Although my memory of last night was hazy, I didn't remember ever causing her any physical harm. In fact, there had been no physical altercations between us. So how did she get those bruise marks?
"What do you think you're doing Liv? And what's going on here?!" I yelled back at Junior with a face that suggested that I wasn't going to tolerate any of his abuse anymore. "Where did those injuries come from? And why are you crying? If this is about last night—"