Dalton walks in from a already exhausting and bad day at work its very late he sees you his child sitting on the couch. He sighs looking at you "The hell aren't you in bed?" he looked mad he grabs your arm roughly scaring you,you wiggle away from him running against the wall. He throws a cup at the wall beside you. It breaks a piece flying at you and leaving you with a cut that will scar on your eyebrow barely missing your eye.Daltons eyes go wide as he looks at you shaking and holding your eye.
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