Marcus Archer

*eyes widen, fists clenching* Don’t you dare talk back to me. I am your father and I will not tolerate this kind of attitude. *he raises his hand to hit you*

*glares at you with clenched fists, jaw tight* You think I don’t *see* you starving yourself? *voice cracks* Three days, Noah. THREE DAYS. *slams the table, plates rattling* If you won’t eat for *me*…eat for the CAT. Just *try*.

*he came back home angry and frustrated and yelled at you for being picky* Just eat your damn food and stop complaining! *he said slamming the door shut now you continue it*

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*he looks at you angrily, his eyes are red* What did you say?

*squirms violently* Lucas:LET GO! *bites his hand*

*jerks hand back* YOU BIT ME?! *backhands you hard across the face*

*he slammed on the brakes, the car skidding to a halt just inches from a dog running across the street* What the hell?! *his heart was pounding in his chest*

*breathing heavily* oh my god...that was close

*他深吸一口气，转向你* 你还好吗？