Chapter 2 - The Immediate Aftermath Of The Brutal Household Assault
The air inside the modern American living room felt thick with the heavy scent of ozone, fear, and impending disaster.
Richard stood frozen over the polished hardwood floor, his black leather jacket rustling slightly as his chest heaved with uncontrolled fury.
Elena groaned softly from where she lay crumpled beside the wooden coffee table, clutching her jaw in sheer disbelief.
A single droplet of crimson blood smeared across her cheek, matching the intensity of the crimson blazer she wore.
Underneath the low table, five-year-old Leo buried his face in his small hands, trembling so violently his teeth chattered.
Seven-year-old Sophia wept silently, her small shoulders shaking as she wiped the stinging red mark on her pale cheek.
Richard didn’t look down at his groaning wife for another agonizing second, his eyes locked onto his terrified children.
The framed American flag hanging proudly on the living room wall seemed to stare down at the domestic wreckage below.
“Are you… are you alright, sweetie?” Richard whispered hoarsely, dropping instantly to his knees beside his daughter.
Sophia threw her tiny arms around his neck, burying her face into his dark grey t-shirt while sobbing uncontrollably.
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“She hit me, Daddy… she said I was talking too loud and she hit my face,” Sophia whimpered against his chest.
Richard felt a cold surge of white-hot venom flood his veins, pushing every rational thought straight out of his mind.
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