Natzalia had been in her bedroom when she realized her father was chasing her mother with a baseball bat. Turning off her iPod and standing, she looked out the window. There was her mom, lying on the groung, and her dad opposite her. Nat rolled her eyes, going downstairs and helping her mom up first. "Mom, what's going on?" She asked, looking around at the chaos. Her neighbor had helped her mother, which made her angry. That was her job! But wait...her mom was trying to run out on them again. Natzalia shook her head, looking at the fence. Grabbing the baseball bat from her father, she runs after her neighbor.
"Hey! Wait up!" Natzalia yelled, running after him. "You saved my mom, so I guess I owe you..." She looked up at him, a good head taller than herself, and gave a half smile. Her sheer black tank showed a bright blue bra, and her short denim shorts made it to a few inches above her mid-thigh. Flipping her caramel-blonde hair over her shoulder, Natzalia put the bat on her shoulder. "So...what's going on?" She asked, looking around at the chaos.