#wtfock, Robbe + Sander the story continued

#wtfock, 06/01, 04:25

'Have you really been out almost all night?' Sanders mother yells. 'You're drunk, I see it and I smell it. Seven hours you've been gone!'

Sander wakes up from the noise. He goes to take a look in the corridor and hopes his sister stays inside her room. Sanders parents are standing on top of the stairs. His father probably just came up, his mother heard him coming home and was waiting for him.

'I'm not that drunk. Thereby, what's the problem that I had some fun?' he asks, quite offensively.

'You never changed, I shouldn't have believed you that fast. But we'll talk about it, for tonight you can go sleeping on the couch.' Sanders mother is standing firmly blocking her bedroom door with her body.

All of a sudden his father sees Sander standing at his door. 'There he is, the one I used to love. Have you thought about it? Have you thought about dating another girl first?'

'Stop with that,' Sanders mother yells. 'Sander can date anyone he wants to, I don't have a problem with that. But you seem to have.'

Sander is starting to get afraid for his mother, for what could happen to her if his father doesn't control himself.

'My son would never fall in love with another man,' he says looking at Sander. 'You can't be my son. You are not my son.'

Sander can't control himself anymore now. 'Fine, because you're not my father either. A father should be there for his children. Not threaten them, not belittle them, not beat his wife. You've never been there for us.'

'Do you really just said I have hit my wife in the past? Or threatened or belittled you or your sister?' Sanders father is looking very angry now. He puts a step in the direction of Sander.

'That's what I said, yes,' Sander confirms, without showing any fear. From the corner of his eye he sees his sister has opened her bedroom door a little bit, she's watching through the chink.

'Enough now,' Sanders mother yells. 'Get out of my house! Now! I never want to see you again.' She's standing there in her pajamas that were a gift from Sander and his sister.

'So you're telling me you don't allow me to see my daughter ever again?' He turns back to Sanders mother.

'Yes and I can assure you I will get it made officially! Tomorrow, first thing I will do,' she answers threatening.

All of a sudden Sanders father pulls out a sharp knife. He's pointing it in the direction of Sanders mother, making clear he wants to stab her. He lashes out at her with the knife.

'No!' Sander shouts. He jumps forward and pushes his father to make him get away from his mother.

His father screams. He falls off the stairs, with his head downwards first. He doesn't react anymore, all Sander sees is a bit of blood coming out of his ear.

Everyone is surprised, shocked. Sanders sister has opened her bedroom door completely now.

'Call an ambulance!' Sanders mother yells while she's quickly descending the stairway.