“Get out of the house.”
“Get out of the house, Noah,” he said calmly, never looking in my direction. “Go.”
Tommy was behind Daddy. There wasn’t much light in the little room, but I could see his big, scared eyes.
“What are you gonna do?” I asked Daddy, scrambling to stand up.
“Don’t you worry about what I’m gonna do,” he replied through a clenched jaw. “Get out of the f*cking house.”
“Seth,” Tommy said, squeezing into the room. “I will get you your money, I swear to fuckin’ God, all right? Keep my kid out of it. Please. Holy fuck, man. Please. He didn’t do anything.”
“Noah!” he yelled. “Go! Now!”
Without taking his eyes off the big kid, now crouched in the corner, cowering and scared, Daddy reached for Tommy, grabbed him by the arm and shoved him toward his son, leaving the doorway open for me to get through.
“Don’t hurt them,” I whispered, the tears continuing to stream down my cheeks. “Please, Daddy.”
But Daddy didn’t say anything. He just shoved me past him, back into the hallway, and knowing he’d be mad at me if I didn’t listen, I did as he told me.
I left the house.
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