"Let go of me!" screamed Zoe, as she pulled against her father's vice-like grip on her arm.
"Not a chance." he snarled, as he dragged her with him. "I've been far too lenient with you, and this... "goth" shit. I'm going to take care of that, right now!" He stopped at the door and turned to Mikey, who was trembling with fear in the corner.
"As for you, I've laid out some clothes for you," hesaid, pointing to an outfit laid out on the bed. "And you had better be wearing it by the time I get back."
Mikey could only watch as his elder sister was dragged off into another room, where his dad was going to do god knows what to her.
Deciding not to chance his father's wrath, Mikey stripped and pulled on the outfit his father had layed out for him...
