"You are so incompetent, Harvey Clarke! Did you see the wounds that my daughter got? Did you see how red her arms were? Oh my goodness, even when she was a child, I never held her like that!"
Harvey bit back his tongue to stop himself from talking back to the angry woman, as much as he wanted to talk back and explain that it was not his fault that she was taken and held and almost dragged by those men. He tried his best, and he received much more wounds and bruises from the fight than Alyanna had received.
He didn't know what was with these people and slaps. Or these people and hurting him. His face was once again stinging from the loudness and strength of the woman's slap. The ice pack that he was damping on his bruises was now spread on the floor. Ice cubes that were previously inside
