The Kretchens Dinner. Content Warning.
It was a gravely evening in the Kretchens household. Everyone sat around the table, the only sound being heard by the chatter from their silverware hitting the plate while digging into their hors d’oerve. Olivia, the youngest of the family, sat at the end of the table rather poignant, awaiting the next vocal outburst debate to start up once again. Patrick, the middle youth, held a harlequin mask over his face, hiding the dissatisfaction within him, knowing it would just cause more disappointment than there already was throughout the household. Karla, the eldest of the children, looked around the room cordially, hoping that the situation with her younger brother would help elude the possibility of her mother noticing the hickeys covering her collar bones and lower neck area. As for Mrs. Kretchen, the mother and superior of the household, she kept her eyes glaring at her middle child, with unending amounts of discontentment towards him running through her aging veins.