Usually when her parents would argue, Davy would ride her bike out to the quarry. But tonight, was different. Tonight, was Davy’s birthday. The smell of untouched food and dreams of pleasant family dinners smother the room. As she pulls the smooth red gloss across her lips, heavy footsteps echo down from upstairs. Her mum pulls away from her seat, but Davy knows it isn’t time to go to bed yet. “Wait till he’s asleep Davy, it’s safer that way” Davy takes a handful of salad, and they wait patiently for safety.