Third Person
The bed is warm and comfortable. Chloe soundly sleeps, hugging one of her pillows to her body, stuck in a whimsical dream that takes her away from the instant turmoil of her day to day life. She turns over in the bed, tugging the sheets right below, her chin just for it to be yanked off of her body, her body snapping awake.
Philip and Hannah stand before the bed, angered looks on their faces. Philip steps away, her father, ignoring her eyes before she turns to look at her mother, whose arms are crossed over her chest. A scowl is etched into her face. The contempt and distain she holds for her daughter prominent.
Chloe scrambles on top of the bed. She remains silent, still in a state of shock while her father begins to pack her belongings into trash bags. She looks back towa
