Page 741 - Anonymous
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"You, fucker." Creed looks like
he'll rip Robert’s head off. He lands a
punch to the bastard's head, and Robert
staggers back against the dresser. Creed
throws him onto the floor and starts to
kick him. I curl up in a ball, unable to
watch. My father rushes into the room,
and he has to drag Creed off Robert.
Creed looks back at me. "Did he touch
you?" His voice booms across the walls.
