“Get him out of here!” It was my turn to shout, louder than Brody, loud enough to snap Lawson and Gabe out of their absolute shock at having to restrain our sweet little Brody, hold him back with all of their double might. “Get him the fuck out of here!” They struggled to do it, and they needed Connor and Josh to help, but eventually, the four of them got Brody wrestled off the concourse. He raged the whole way, bellowing Shea’s name, then descending into all-out animal wails run through with suffering.
Let him scream, dammit! Let him go fucking feral on Coates' ass! Brody has EVERY right!
