*h-he owns me. he-hell take me away. pl-please, just g-go away. please.* she whispered.

"No, he doesn't. I won't allow that."

*y-you cant do that. y-you dont have th-those r-rights. please, just g-go before things get worse.*

She gently wriggles out of Luna's grip. "I'm going to help you, whether you want it or not." She then flies at Luna's dad, forcefully slamming into him to try and get him to leave.

Luna screamed in fright and tried grabbing the bird, and smacking it with a pillow to get it to stop.

the man groaned, too weak to move.

a skinny, pinched-faces woman walked in with a beer in hand, saw the bird, blinked, and walked away, before returning with a shotgun.

Luna gave up and just cried.

She snatches the shotgun with her claws, and tosses it out the window. She then slams herself against the woman, just like how she'd done to the man.

the woman grunted before grabbing the bird and throwing it away. she then tossed a duffel bag at Luna. *you got 10 minutes. get packing. you may never return. pack, then leave.* she then walked away, leaving her husband on the floor.

Luna paled, shaking, feeling numb. she grabbed the bag and locked the door so the owl couldnt follow, then closed the window and started to pack wordlessly.

She simply waits for either parent to come into view.

The dad rose, groaned, and walked away.

Luna packed, until the duffle bag had clothes, food, water, and sentimental stuff in it. Then she collapsed on her bed, sobbing.

She wants badly to come back inside and comfort her, but she knows that's not what she should do right now. Instead, she nimbly flies into the air and nips the dad's neck.