Today's OneWord: Five
"Five. Four. Three."
"Stop."
"Two."
"Dad, please."
"One!"
He smacked Billy across the face before he could blink. Everyone at the table contributed to the crescendo of screams and roars as the boy stumbled back. I whirled at his father then, my hand growing white against my fork.
"Out!" I shrieked. "Out of my house!"
"Stop."
"Two."
"Dad, please."
"One!"
He smacked Billy across the face before he could blink. Everyone at the table contributed to the crescendo of screams and roars as the boy stumbled back. I whirled at his father then, my hand growing white against my fork.
"Out!" I shrieked. "Out of my house!"
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