The lights turned off, memories of that night began to play all around the room, guests were I shock as they watched Sofie and Vincents night together but this time it was violent Sofie turned around to the guest who were all murmuring loudly and pointing fingers at her, she was in tears as she covered her mouth with her palms as she cried falling to the ground, she gripped her hair with her fingers like one of those mental cases. She lifted her head to the videos again. Vincent held her head up while he was atop her, slapping her as he spoke. "Who's the father of the kid? I am, am I not? Who's the father? Say it, say it now?".
Sofie itched on her neck crying and screaming as it continued to play. "Who is the father?". Vincent's voice was louder, more aggressive, and toxic. "You are. You're the father Vincent". She screamed at the top of her voice.
