Page 5 of Reaper and Abby

Tyson grunted, amused. Turning to look at Abby. “You’d have to find mine first. One step ahead of you.”

I watched Abby take a deep breath. Hannah looked close to tears.

“Tyson, when dinner is done. You will be going to get Hannah’s tablet and you will give it back to her.” Abby had put both her knife and fork down. “You know she has been working really hard on that drawing and for you to take it Tyson, that is just being a bully.”

Tyson pulled a face. “I’ll give it back to her, when she stops crying every night.”

Those words caused Hannah to look down at her plate, with tears threatening.

Eve pointed her fork at Tyson. “You’ll be crying in a minute, if you don’t give Han back her stuff.”

Tyson smirked, crossing his arms. “You really want to take me on again Eve. Didn’t workout in your best interest last time.”

Roach grunted and I shot my eyes to him, glaring.

“Can really see who the man is in the family.” He muttered under his breath.

“Ya got something to say, Roach,” I barked at him.

He shot me a dirty look but didn’t say anything.

“Hannah, sweetie, it’s okay,” Abby said, as Hannah’s silent tears got faster.

“Baby Hannah, crying like always.” Tyson grumbled. He pushed his chair away from the table.

“That’s it Tyson, I’m taking all the spark plugs from every one of your motorbikes.” Abby fired back at him. “And you will return all of Hannah’s belongings and stop drawing on family portraits.”

All hell broke loose within a second. Tyson jumped from his chair, sending it flying backwards, hitting the wall, and threw his arm across the table, his glass smashing to pieces on the ground. Hannah broke out in audible tears.

“Do whatever the fuck you want. I don’t care!” he yelled at Abby. “I hate you!” He screamed as he stormed away from the table.

My eyes were glued on my wife. She was frozen. I was going to give my son my hell for speaking to his mother like that but, my concern was more on Abby. As she sat there froze. As if his words had shattered her.

Hannah went to get down, and Abby’s hand flung out. “Don’t get down, Hannah, there is glass on the ground. Just. . .” she pushed herself away from the table. “Just give me a second.” I could hear the tears she was holding back within her tone.

“I’ll help,” Kim went to get up. Then a hiss came from Abby.

“Abby you okay?” I got up. Fuck. I reached the end of the table, seeing blood gushing from her hand.

“It’s just a cut,” she brushed it off.

“Like fuck it is,” I said, and grabbed a tea towel from the kitchen island. “You’ll need stitches.” I looked at it just for a few seconds before I applied more pressure.

“Kim can take me, Dad can watch the kids.” Abby said and went to pull her hand from me. I held the tea towel firmer on her. Trying to stop the blood.

I looked her dead in the eyes. “I’ll take you,” I glanced at Kim, “Are you okay to look after the kids,” I looked at Roach. He could fuck off now, and he knew that was basically what I was saying when I looked at him.

“Yeah, go.” Kim said. As Roach moved around the table and went to clean up the glass.

“Reaper, you don’t have to take me.” Abby protested as I kept her hand wrapped with the tea towel and my hand firmly keeping it in place. “I know you weren’t planning on staying long tonight, you’ve got things to do.”

I didn’t even give her a reply. Just guided her out to the garage, and went to one of the SUVS. Right now, my only focus was on her. Then when she was stitched up, we could talk about what happened earlier and I knew an apology from me would be included in that.

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Triage. The last time I was here, I had a bullet in the leg, or was it in the arm? Fuck, couldn’t remember. Some street gangster trying to make a name for himself, and he thought killing the Reaper would give him the crown. In the end, it gave him a meeting with the Reaper.

“Abby Wilson?” A male doctor stepped out from the doors, his eyes on the clipboard before he scanned the waiting room. His eyes landed on my wife. He frowned and went straight for her hand as she walked towards him.

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