"So both of you could've stopped it, huh?" their father asked, voice filled with rage.  His fists were clenched tightly and it looked as if he were about to spring.

Quickly, his wife placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him to her side.  She placed her hands over his.  One might see this as an act of affection, an act of graceful control, yet her knuckles grew white with the force she held her husband's hands in.

Calix looked as his two parents in fear.  They both were angry, yet only one seemed able to control it.  Actually, he wasn't sure if they would contain their anger.  "I'm sorry!  This was just something she really wanted to do and I couldn't stop her even if I tried!"

"I'm sorry doesn't fix anything, Calix," his mother said harshly, not looking at either of the two.