"Are you okay Trace?" Kila knelt in front of him, blocking his view of his father and shielding him with her body. She shivered at the feel of the animosity she felt, all pouring from his father. The man was a brute, and needed to be stopped. But she didn't want to get him into anymore trouble, he had thrown him out of the house in broad daylight after a tussel had ensued in the house, which could be heard by the neighbors; these people were worthless, they would simply shake their heads and wonder what the kid did to deserve such treatment. She put her hands on his cheeks and turned his face towards her, trying to snap him out of it. Trace couldn't stay here, that old man would kill him for sure. "Trace. Look at me, it's Kila. You're safe now, it's all over." she whispered to him in a low and soft voice, her eyes bright with unshed tears. Kila couldn't remember being this afraid in a long time.