Feeling defeated, he leaned his head against the window and stared at the house for what felt like fifteen minutes. He knew he was a sitting duck for something, but he would be damned if he didn’t go out fighting. He thought of his dad and how strong he was, how he would effortlessly pick Derrick up and carry him around in one of his burly arms. He thought his dad was tough enough to fight anybody. It was in those moments that he felt the safest of all.
