Category: from-figurines-to-weapons
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Stumbling to my feet, I glanced at my mom who still sat at the table. She looked at me then Larry then lowered her gaze and returned to her coupons. The logical choice for me was to run from the house. I was so much smaller than these three battling men and the smart thing was to run. Yet, Larry and his bullshit family were why Raven left. They were always telling me what to do and making me feel like shit. Now, he'd hit me and I wasn't running. Grabbing a chair from the table, I swung it at Glenn and hit him at the back of the neck. As he went flying forward, the bastard tripped over Dylan and toppled hard to the ground. Before I could celebrate, Larry ripped the chair out of my hand then came at me. I backed away and grabbed one of the millions of bear figurines. Throwing it at him, I nailed Larry in the chest with the first one. The second one caught him over the eye, leaving a gash. As Larry chased me around the room, I grabbed more bears and flung them over my shoulders at him. While most missed, a few made contact and he finally hollered in frustration. Having recovered from the blow, Glenn tried to block me in. However, Dylan shoved the older man outside then locked the door. Unfortunately for Glenn, Larry's stupid fluffy dog hated him and proceeded to attack his leg. "Dylan, this is your last chance," Larry said, his face red and blood dripping down his face. "Give me that girl or you're done." "Fuck you. I was done the minute you put your fucking hand on her." Watching the two men glare at one another, I exchanged the bears in my hands for heavier ones. "I'm leaving," I said more to Mom than Larry. "If anyone messes with me, I'm cracking their heads open with Picnic Bear." book-quotelarkfrom-figurines-to-weaponspicnic-bear
