7 Days of Incest/Day 1/Try to Reason with Rose First
Taking a deep breath you turn the knob and push the door open... only to be met with a blast of loud punk rock that nearly turns your legs to jelly. Grimacing in pain, you cover your ears with your hands and use your foot to kick the door shut behind you.
God-dammit Rose, you know I don't like loud noises or your shitty choices of music.
You stumble over to the bookshelf where the boom-box was located, reach up a hand and slam your hand down on the button to turn the power off. You breathe a sigh of relief as blessed silence descends upon the house, before you look around the living room, taking note of the fresh piles of trash and crumpled paper scattered randomly across the floor.
"Its only been a few hours since our parents left, and this house has already gone to hell. Don't any of my sisters know how to keep things clean?" You mutter under your breath, stooping over to pick up a nearby paper ball.
As you throw it away, the momentary peace you bought by turning off the music is broken by a wailing cry of anger. Whirling around, you see Rose stand up from the couch, her phone clenched tightly in one fist. She struts toward you like a panther, her face flushed with anger and her eyes burning with fire.
"Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" She shouts.
Oh boy, here we go, you think to yourself. Its Rose being her usual bitchy self. She really needs to learn to show respect to those around her.
Knowing it was probably futile, you decide to try and reason with her. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes, trying to focus and calm your mind. After a couple of seconds you open them again to find that Rose is standing a lot closer to you, her eyes smoldering and her foot tapping impatiently against the floor.
"Well?" She asks, flipping her bangs out of her eyes.
"That music was way too damn loud," You say, trying to mimic the tone of authority your dad often used.
"Does it look like I care...?" She yells, reaching over and slapping the button. Instantly, the blasting music was once again pound against your eardrums. "You're not dad; turn it back on!"
Glaring at her angrily, you smash the button much harder than need be and the music shuts off again.
"Dude, what the hell?" She wails, making another attempt for the button.
"I may not be dad," You respond, managing to slap her hand away long enough for you to get a word in edgewise, "But he left me in charge for the break. And I said that the music was way too loud!"
Words were going no where right now, you realized. The teenager wanted her music on and that was that; she was sure to make another attempt to turn it on, and if you let her, There'd be no peace and quiet. You were in charge here not her; unless you nipped this in the bud, she'd just continue pushing boundaries and running rough shod over everyone. The only question was... how? A good slap across her face might shock her into backing down. It might be harsh, but it'd bring a swift end to the confrontation. Or maybe you could just continue to fight over the boom box. You were confident that you could gain control over the situation if things got more physical. But then again you don't really want to hurt her after all. Maybe you could do something else instead...
Do you:
In either case, you need to do something fast or else you will lose control of the situation...