Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 5, 2012 14:06:09 GMT -5
"They don't want what's best," He mumbled. "Dylan wants me gone." His words held no more emotion and he stared at the table stubbornly, chewing at his lip, jumped as the front door opened, tobacco washing over the house. Their dads had left for work, and if she hadn't been here, if he hadn't been with Dallas, he would have been beaten and locked in his room again.
"You let the crazy ass out?" Dylan sneered, grabbing Devon by the collar of the shirt and yanking him back so the chair flipped. He gagged faintly, scrambled to get to his feet but his brother was quicker, strong arms wrapping around him in a tight hold, lips pressing against his neck. "I oughta kill you you little bastard."
Devon only squirmed, felt the blade of Dylan's pocket knife against his side.
"You let the crazy ass out?" Dylan sneered, grabbing Devon by the collar of the shirt and yanking him back so the chair flipped. He gagged faintly, scrambled to get to his feet but his brother was quicker, strong arms wrapping around him in a tight hold, lips pressing against his neck. "I oughta kill you you little bastard."
Devon only squirmed, felt the blade of Dylan's pocket knife against his side.
