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father for the first time in months. Nothing about the man had changed. While their mother was small and dark-haired like he, Lucas and Becca, Dad was the complete opposite. Prematurely gray and standing at over six-feet, Dad had to weigh well over two-hundred pounds. Every inch of his fury was directed at Dylan, too.
"Please," Dylan held up a hand to ward off further attack.
Fuck, he hated himself for begging. A part of him desperately wished for the strength to just once be able to stand up to the prick. At that moment, however, Dylan just felt lucky enough to be conscious.
Before Dad had a chance to swing again, Lucas jumped onto his back. "Leave Dylan alone."
Since Lucas was even shorter than Dylan, it only took their father a few seconds to throw his son off him. Dad made sure to do it with a lot of force, too. Dylan let out a cry of alarm as he watched Lucas hit a nearby wall.
"Don't hurt him. It's me who you're pissed at," Dylan pleaded.
It succeeded in getting Dad's full attention on him again. Dylan found himself pinned, face down on the dirty, slushy ground. He sucked in a breath, choking when he inhaled some of the muck. It took a few moments to realize that it was Dad's boot holding him in place. Dylan let out a yelp of pain as the hard, sole dug into his spine. Even through his many layers of clothes, it still hurt like a mother fucker.
Just as he'd given up any hope of rescue, Gladys's angry voice rang out, "You leave those boys alone."
"Butt out, bitch," Dad sneered as he ground his foot more into Dylan.
"I'll do no such thing. I've already called security and they're on their way."
Dylan blinked in surprise when he saw Gladys charge his father. Aside from Lucas, in all of Dylan's life, he'd never seen anyone brave enough to take on his father. Yet, she did it without hesitation. She even went so far as to shove him off Dylan
Dad stumbled back a few steps and for several heatpounding moments, Dylan thought he'd attack Gladys. He the end, he just shot his sons one more venomous glare before he turned and left.
Chapter Seven
"I still think it would be a good idea for you to stay overnight for observation," Gladys nagged as she helped Dylan into his coat.
He winced from the pain the movement caused. "No, it's just a couple bruises."
"It's a lot more than that," Lucas argued from the next bed over. "You hit your head pretty hard."
"Yeah, maybe you should listen to them," Matt added. Since the medic had arrived a half hour ago, he refused to leave Lucas's side.
Dylan glanced down at his cell, checking for what had to be the hundredth time to see if he had any missed calls. A twinge of disappointment went through him when he saw nothing. He must have given himself away because Matt shot him a sympathetic smile.
Matt said, "Last I heard, Kaleb's station was still on scene of a pretty big fire. I'm sure that's why he hasn't gotten in touch."
Dylan nodded although he felt far from appeased. While he didn't resent Kaleb for his absence, Dylan still yearned for the comfort of his lover. Right then he would have given almost anything to have Kaleb hovering over his bedside the way Matt was with Lucas.
Gladys ran a soothing hand over Dylan's cheek. "You know Kaleb would be here if he knew."
Dylan blinked furiously, refusing to meet any of their gazes. "Like I said, all I have is a few bruises, so it's no big deal."
When he hopped down from the bed, he barely held in the groan of pain. A heavy wave of nausea hit him, but he gritted his teeth and rode it out. "I'll talk to you guys later."
"You can't leave yet. The police still haven't taken a statement," Matt protested.
"There's no need for them to. I'm not pressing charges." Dylan took an experimental step forward, counting it as a victory when he didn't fall flat on his face.
"What do you mean you're not pressing charges?" Lucas demanded, his voice sharp with anger. "We can't let him get away with assaulting us like he
"Please," Dylan held up a hand to ward off further attack.
Fuck, he hated himself for begging. A part of him desperately wished for the strength to just once be able to stand up to the prick. At that moment, however, Dylan just felt lucky enough to be conscious.
Before Dad had a chance to swing again, Lucas jumped onto his back. "Leave Dylan alone."
Since Lucas was even shorter than Dylan, it only took their father a few seconds to throw his son off him. Dad made sure to do it with a lot of force, too. Dylan let out a cry of alarm as he watched Lucas hit a nearby wall.
"Don't hurt him. It's me who you're pissed at," Dylan pleaded.
It succeeded in getting Dad's full attention on him again. Dylan found himself pinned, face down on the dirty, slushy ground. He sucked in a breath, choking when he inhaled some of the muck. It took a few moments to realize that it was Dad's boot holding him in place. Dylan let out a yelp of pain as the hard, sole dug into his spine. Even through his many layers of clothes, it still hurt like a mother fucker.
Just as he'd given up any hope of rescue, Gladys's angry voice rang out, "You leave those boys alone."
"Butt out, bitch," Dad sneered as he ground his foot more into Dylan.
"I'll do no such thing. I've already called security and they're on their way."
Dylan blinked in surprise when he saw Gladys charge his father. Aside from Lucas, in all of Dylan's life, he'd never seen anyone brave enough to take on his father. Yet, she did it without hesitation. She even went so far as to shove him off Dylan
Dad stumbled back a few steps and for several heatpounding moments, Dylan thought he'd attack Gladys. He the end, he just shot his sons one more venomous glare before he turned and left.
Chapter Seven
"I still think it would be a good idea for you to stay overnight for observation," Gladys nagged as she helped Dylan into his coat.
He winced from the pain the movement caused. "No, it's just a couple bruises."
"It's a lot more than that," Lucas argued from the next bed over. "You hit your head pretty hard."
"Yeah, maybe you should listen to them," Matt added. Since the medic had arrived a half hour ago, he refused to leave Lucas's side.
Dylan glanced down at his cell, checking for what had to be the hundredth time to see if he had any missed calls. A twinge of disappointment went through him when he saw nothing. He must have given himself away because Matt shot him a sympathetic smile.
Matt said, "Last I heard, Kaleb's station was still on scene of a pretty big fire. I'm sure that's why he hasn't gotten in touch."
Dylan nodded although he felt far from appeased. While he didn't resent Kaleb for his absence, Dylan still yearned for the comfort of his lover. Right then he would have given almost anything to have Kaleb hovering over his bedside the way Matt was with Lucas.
Gladys ran a soothing hand over Dylan's cheek. "You know Kaleb would be here if he knew."
Dylan blinked furiously, refusing to meet any of their gazes. "Like I said, all I have is a few bruises, so it's no big deal."
When he hopped down from the bed, he barely held in the groan of pain. A heavy wave of nausea hit him, but he gritted his teeth and rode it out. "I'll talk to you guys later."
"You can't leave yet. The police still haven't taken a statement," Matt protested.
"There's no need for them to. I'm not pressing charges." Dylan took an experimental step forward, counting it as a victory when he didn't fall flat on his face.
"What do you mean you're not pressing charges?" Lucas demanded, his voice sharp with anger. "We can't let him get away with assaulting us like he
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