“Horrible,” Preston carried on louder than he always does.
“What you need is some good beatings,is what you need,”cried Preston’s father,Kurt. “Drunk,again,Kurt,” Gerard said with sickening coldness in his voice. “Boy,gotta get some sense knocked into him.” Kurt,could barely stand on his own to feet. He hasn’t been sober since maybe October of last year. “Shut up,” Preston took a knife off the kitchen table and stabbed the drunken father in the chest. “Gerard,you’re next if you make me go back there. I’m not insane,you made me this way,you and the old man dying and bleeding on the floor,hahaha,I’ve finally.” Preston was screaming,his eyes were wide and wild and furious. You’ve killed some one,Preston,Preston you can’t do that.” Gerard said with a trace of concern. ” “We are going,but I won’t let them hurt you,I Promise,” Nalah said finally speaking up.
“Fine,you promise me for sure?” “For sure.”