A Remark You Made! Dedestra's Situation Pt. 1

During their 6th date or what they called their reverse interview, Visell meets Dedestra's family. She understands the tensions he has with her father. She senses her hatred, noticing the copious beer bottles around as well as never wanting to talk about her father. Seeing her interact with him was eye-opening. On the contrary, her mother and little brothers were the pinnacles of Dedestra's praise and attention. Visell would slightly grin at Dedestra's straight-laced demeanor fade when helping her little brother with homework. The atmosphere was thrown for a wrench when Dedestra, answers the door while eating a fresh dumpling her mom had made, smiling from seeing Visell bantering with her mother to have it dashed away when a man appeared at the door she knew all too well. Visell laughing with Dedestra's mother as they talk about school and fashion. Dedestra looks over and smiles, delight that Visell is getting along with her mother.
BANG BANG BANG! Dedestra's mother scoffs nervously "¿Quién está llamando tan fuerte a las puertas de la gente a esta hora? Bastardo!" Dedestra, drys her hands. "I'll get the door, mamá . . . you two trouble makers stay and enjoy your talk. Her mother replies tenderly setting back down resting her exhausted muscles.
"Gracias, mi Hija! So, Symown I hear you're the daughter of some superstars! Visell scoffs with a smirk that fades quickly! "I mean not really superstars . . . but they are famous. To be honest, I don't like talking about my mom too much." Visell's a bit "Not that we're not close, we are! J'aime ma mère . . . It's just people get the wrong idea about me like . . . I'm flaunting her like some dumb rich kid! But C'est la vie. My Father . . . is" "Soulman Shiazuki!" Dedestra's mom asserts enthusiastically. Visell springs up to attention, "Yeah! N. . .no offense Mrs. . .Dede-" She interjects again "Call me Mrs. Nocheze, mi Hija," She says tenderly. Visell blushes "Mrs. Nocheze, No offense but you probably think he's some monster like everyone else, right?" Mrs. Nocheze snickers "Mi Hija, Most people are liable to be blinded simply by word of mouth." Mrs. Nocheze rests her hand on Visell's shoulder "Your father is the reason w-"
The homely mood is broken when Dedestra proclaims in hushed tones with her usual stern voice! "Were you not informed that we had other company today(!?)"
DEDESTRA'S PERSPECTIVE: Dedestra exits the doorway, She spots little Jin sitting, playing games on his phone, a small smirk escapes her, Her dad sleeping and slobbering in his drunken stupor, wipes the smile from her face as she picks up the empty bottles on her way to the doors. Dedestra shuffles to the door as she grabs the flimsy knob she looks back at Visell, jovially conversing, and smiles as she turns the knob, As she opens the door and turns to meet the gaze of the visitor a wave of smoke latches on to her face and invades her nostrils. She starts coughing frantically while covering her mouth. She bats the smoke out of her face to see an all too familiar face. Her pupils shrink and her heart drops, a weight of anguish creeps down her back. [God, Please No! No!] "Mr. Okira . . . I wasn't expecting you today! Were you not informed that we had other company today(!?)" Okira flares his nostrils as a small puff of smoke comes out, glaring down at her with a rotten gawk. 
A small voice is heard from behind Okira's big body.
"Tsk tsk tsk! No, No baby that's not the deal." A balding, slim man appears from around Okira, [Issac . . .] "The deal is this Big-Nig can get up in that whenever he damn well pleases, so gets to stepping!
Dedestra says under her breath" But papa said! " Hoe! I will pop your daddy in the mouth right fucking now if I want to and he's still gonna get what he came for, so what's it gonna be? Issac says impetuously in hushed tones. Dedestra balls her fist on the verge of tears, she retains her calm demeanor. Please not today, I beg y-!

She hears the unmistakable cock of a pistol ring from the shadows, She freezes in place as her fist loosen and her hands fall to the side. " a . . .as you wish" Issac turns around and ruffles his coat flaps, "Good girl!" he says as he walks down the wooden stoop. He looks back at Okira and casually says, "Ay, Don't feel bad if you make a mess old boy!" He lets out an indigent cackle as he walks back to his car. Dedestra picks her head up and nervously backs into the house as Okira enters she clasps her hands together at her side. She looks over at Visell's confused and worried expression as her mother tries to push her out.
Visell gets up to look down the hall to see Dedestra hanging her head and balling her fist. Visell sensing her distress instinctually steps to help Dedestra but her mother grips her shoulder "Our apologies it seems we have other company it's a . . . business meeting for my husband, why don't you take some mochi and come back in about an hour?" Visell's reluctant look worries her.
Visell moves towards the doorway. "Sure thing, Mrs. Nocheze, but . . ." put off by the atmosphere, Visell's sense starts going haywire, as she feels everyone's heart rate spike. She looks at Dedestra in confusion as she walks away from the door befuddled, refusing to make eye contact with Visell, her fist balled. Mrs. Nocheze starts to softly push Visell's back kindly yet hastily guiding her to the front door. Visell see's her little brother, Jin, hiding behind the arm of the green couch, Her father still pretending to sleep, a beer can in hand. And the star attraction, Some big burly looking dude, dread headed in a striped shirt, tattered pants. He shoots a glare at her as she's pushed across the hardwood floor. Visell shoots a stronger glare from her side eyes, time slows and the air grows stale as Visell stops, effortlessly resisting the fore behind her with ease. Visell's eyes take in the whole scene.
"Hey," Visell says nonchalantly to Dedestra. Dedestra holds her arm in frustration. "Hello . . ." Dedestra strains to make full eye contact "My Moped keys are on the table, take it and go back home, okay? I'm, ahem, a bit knackered. Plus, I trust you with it, but I'm a tad bit sleepy to survive a ride to North Konzu. Visell looks up at the potbellied man towering over her as he stares daggers at her. Smoking coming out of his nostrils. "No need to come back tonight, I'm going to . . . turn in early." Dedestra tentatively looking at the ground. Visell senses the tension in the room swelter. Dedestra's eyes beg Visell to leave. "Sure thing, Zempai!" Visell says in a peppy manner! "It's was so nice meeting your family!" Visell picks up her duffle bag and her backpack and walks to the door. The big guy stares at her the whole way. As she grabs the door, she pauses, everyone else freezes too.
"Ay, Yo big guy . . ." Everyone feels their hearts jump and posteriors tighten. "You really shouldn't smoke in here, I don't think Mrs. Nocheze appreciates that very much. . ." Dedestra glares at Visell in Awe. Okira sneers at her and flares his nostrils. Visell turns the doorknob, "Just a thought" and walks out tossing Dedestra's keys in her hand. The door click behind her, she shivers from the relief of tension. [This shit ain't right! I'm sure as shit not going all the way to North Konzu, but I gotta stay close enough to check on her. I'll sleep at Togisa's! No, he's been a bitch. Oh! ZDX45 Is right down the street! Visell starts up the moped and rides down the street, all the while, hoping for Dedestra's safety.