*~*Zaley's POV*~*
Before I knew it, I was at the top of the stairs and slamming through the door into Mom and Dad's room. They heard the thundering of my footsteps, and the frantic sound of my breathing, so they were already on their feet when I slammed into the room. Dad caught me in his arms, steadying me and holding me against his chest.
"Zaley, Sweetheart, what's wrong. What's happening?" He sounded as if someone had just tried to hurt me, and he needed to go and kill them. Far more intense than he's ever sounded when he held me. This was even more fierce than he'd been when he and Mom ordered an execution of people who had physically and mentally hurt me in the past. This was angrier than I've ever seen him before.