Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Now that's news :p
Being their father
"Damn son of a bitch!" John kicked a stone in frustration as he cried his anger out into the night.
"John, calm down, boy. You gotta keep a cool head here."
"I know", John snarled, "but how can I be calm when… when…", he broke off, burying his face in his hands. "It went after the boys, Bobby", he said almost in a whisper. "If I'd…"
Bobby squeezed his friends shoulder. "But they're alright."
"They are", John repeated quietly. He looked through the Impala's window at his two sons, cuddled together, sleeping peacefully. "Bobby… would you get me a blanket?"
Wow seems I actually managed with a hundred words this time, I'm kinda proud of myself *gg*
Anyway, I appreciate any criticism, don't be too harsh with my grammar and spelling mistakes though, as my native language is actually German ^^
greetings to you all,
-TK
