A shreik and you're running out of the laundry room towards the sound. HARLEY, DAMMIT! Then a whimper follwed by more of a little boys crying. You turn the corner to see crying on the floor, a toy in one hand while the other holds the side of his face, blood and tears seeping through his fingers. Thomas is red, his hand hard on Harleys collar before he throws her down again. DAMM DOG. BITE MY FUCKING CHILD I WILL- You cant hear him over the ringing in your ear. Grant.
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