She punched her fists into my chest and wrapped her fingers around my heart and squeezed. She’s reignited feelings that I’ve long since buried. Right there in front of me, she just danced for her goddamn life and I saw her clearly for the first time since returning. I saw her. Kid. My Kid. She was afraid, angry, and utterly fucking breathtaking. And now this dick, this fucking prick, put his hands on her. No! No fucking way! Not again. Not again. NOT AGAIN. The only person who has the right to touch her is us. She’s fucking ours. Ours. Our Pen. Our lucky penny…
