He climbed up the stairs. I watched him focus on the man in front of me, the man that took care of us both for so long. He was mumbling about dragons and princesses, just another of his games. I bit my lip and stood between my boy and my baby.
My boyfriend took a swing as I pleaded with him. "Don't do this." I sidestepped, trying to avoid his rage. He caught the edge of my face and my hands flew up to protect myself. "We were just talking; it meant nothing."
My baby with his blue eyes so similar to mine let out a growl and jumped, not at me, but at him. And then he fell. The pain meant for me was stabbed into him. The blood was flowing and I screamed.
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