Someone sits quietly, doing work, by choice.

Screams. There are loud screams. Painful, shreiking. 

Its comes from a child. Then, a woman. Then, a man.

They're all screaming. The child shreiks in pain.

They're all screaming. The man and the woman scream,"Stand up! Get up!". 

The child shreiks in pain, to be heard in all octives that the young boy's voice can manage. The woman screams at the man. She inquires that he's insane. Too much force and pain to be inflicted on a child. A mother's spirit and common sense speaks for the child. The man is, what seems to be, silent. 

This isn't the first time. Might not be the last. 

The man and child have the same temper and both seem to get so easily lost in rage. The child is still young. The man seems to always be desperately trying to prove his authority. 

No one cares for authority. No one, indeed. 

If authority doesn't give pleasures to the ones who are subject to obey, then the subjects no longer care to identify the authoritarian as having authority. Insecure emotionss cause scenes, like so. 

Besides the woman's outbursts of disappointment, it's silent. 

The house is awake and in pain. 

Rage and suffering fill the air. 

The child is heard sniffling, crying, moping.

Spirits dead. The woman leaves, with child.