Of course, he can't really find his footing and he stumbles along the way.

But his eyes… fuck; they are dead-set on my Hoody.

So I stand up and walk in front of Hoody; I stand there, waiting to see what exactly Mr Edward Masen is going to do.

Because if he is gonna try and hit my Hoody, he's gonna have to talk to me. He's gonna have to get through me.

I glare at him as he comes closer. Hoody takes my hand, and I can feel his fingers shaking in my steady grip.

I have to be strong. For him.

"Get out-the fuckinggg wayy," Edward Masen says in a low, low voice. It's supposed to be hard and firm and dangerous.

But it just makes him look ridiculous.

I stand firm and wait for what he's gonna do.

His hand comes back, fisting…

… Then flies forward…


I know, I know, I'm sorry!

But I had to do it...

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