Mara sat at the kitchen table, enduring the onslaught of vicious words that came from her husband. Trying her best not to flinch every time her pointed a finger in her face. Caleb could hear it all. He sat at his desk in his room and could hear his father’s voice bellow downstairs. Caleb was not a skinny lad, in fact he was quite built, he did boxing so he was quite strong, and today he had decided that it was enough.