Wolfram froze as Connor grabbed his arm with a vice-like grip. He winced, pleading he would let go, one because his scars where plainly visible, and two, this man was scary.
"Well, I mean...If you want to talk to my physcotic father who abandoned me go right ahead. He'd probably murder you before you even got the chance to speak though." He replied, doing his best to hide his nervousness. He glanced at Bleddyn, and tried pulling his hand away with no avail. "S-sir, I-I assure you I wasn't do anything to her. I-I was j-just making sure s-she was a-alright, l-like I would with anyone..."
"Well, a few things make sense now," Connor concurred thickly, unsatisfied with the rambled reasoning. Jaw set hard, his eyes wandered to the pale wrist he clutched. He scanned the scars for a long moment, observing in calculating silence.

Then something snapped.

Eyes glittering eerily, Connor wheeled around to face Wolfram fully. He slammed the teen's wrist free from his grip, then moved to loom over the shorter boy with a minacious canid snarl.
"Stay away from my daughter."
 
"Well, a few things make sense now," Connor concurred thickly, unsatisfied with the rambled reasoning. Jaw set hard, his eyes wandered to the pale wrist he clutched. He scanned the scars for a long moment, observing in calculating silence.

Then something snapped.

Eyes glittering eerily, Connor wheeled around to face Wolfram fully. He slammed the teen's wrist free from his grip, then moved to loom over the shorter boy with a minacious canid snarl.
"Stay away from my daughter."
(GIT 'EM CONNOR)
 
"Well, a few things make sense now," Connor concurred thickly, unsatisfied with the rambled reasoning. Jaw set hard, his eyes wandered to the pale wrist he clutched. He scanned the scars for a long moment, observing in calculating silence.

Then something snapped.

Eyes glittering eerily, Connor wheeled around to face Wolfram fully. He slammed the teen's wrist free from his grip, then moved to loom over the shorter boy with a minacious canid snarl.
"Stay away from my daughter."

( Freddie: *smiles awkwardly* Howdy folks)
 
River stepped aside, motioning for him to come in. "Alice, Camil--"
"What?" Camilla's voice greeted her right as the teenager's name started to escape her lips. Camilla sounded mellow and put down, quiet. An odd thing for the boastful and silly girl.
River glanced over her niece, her tears had been dried, and she had undoubtedly been coaxed into a fragile calm by Lachlan and Finlay.

Freddie ignored the rest of the commotion, with River, Alice, and Camilla there it was time to tell them. He took a breath, and slowly and clearly told them. "Earlier today someone broke into your house." He paused to swallow. "Both your mother and father were killed." He was silent letting what he said sink in.
 
"Well, a few things make sense now," Connor concurred thickly, unsatisfied with the rambled reasoning. Jaw set hard, his eyes wandered to the pale wrist he clutched. He scanned the scars for a long moment, observing in calculating silence.

Then something snapped.

Eyes glittering eerily, Connor wheeled around to face Wolfram fully. He slammed the teen's wrist free from his grip, then moved to loom over the shorter boy with a minacious canid snarl.
"Stay away from my daughter."
Wolfram's eyes went wide with terror, and he backed up until his back hit the counter. He shrunk down slightly, his eyes flashing with a deeper fright, not just of Connor. It's ok, it's ok, Cole did the same thing...but worse...calm down...calm down don't freak out... He slammed a heel onto the floor, pushing himself against the counter hard. "I will, I will! I promise!" He yelped, blue eyes alet with a hidden terror. "I won't talk to her! I won't even go near her!" Of course he would react this way. Who wouldn't? I'm a freak.
 
Freddie ignored the rest of the commotion, with River, Alice, and Camilla there it was time to tell them. He took a breath, and slowly and clearly told them. "Earlier today someone broke into your house." He paused to swallow. "Both your mother and father were killed." He was silent letting what he said sink in.

Wolfram's eyes went wide with terror, and he backed up until his back hit the counter. He shrunk down slightly, his eyes flashing with a deeper fright, not just of Connor. It's ok, it's ok, Cole did the same thing...but worse...calm down...calm down don't freak out... He slammed a heel onto the floor, pushing himself against the counter hard. "I will, I will! I promise!" He yelped, blue eyes aler with a half-hidden terror. "I won't talk to her! I won't even go near her!" Of course he would react this way. Who wouldn't? I'm a freak.

Jessi looked at them. "Guys, police officer. Unless you want to be arrested I would relax a little. Do this when law enforcement isn't around." She said, gripping Toby's shirt tighter. Who am I kidding? This place is a disaster! People are screaming, aunt Misty is foaming at the mouth, there's broken glass everywhere, the house reeks like cheep dominoes pizza, he heard Toby being manic and suicidal, there's a hole in the wall. We're gonna be arrested.
 
Wolfram's eyes went wide with terror, and he backed up until his back hit the counter. He shrunk down slightly, his eyes flashing with a deeper fright, not just of Connor. It's ok, it's ok, Cole did the same thing...but worse...calm down...calm down don't freak out... He slammed a heel onto the floor, pushing himself against the counter hard. "I will, I will! I promise!" He yelped, blue eyes alet with a hidden terror. "I won't talk to her! I won't even go near her!" Of course he would react this way. Who wouldn't? I'm a freak.
Connor stepped back, composed once more. "Go then," he growled in an undertone, sidestepping until Bleddyn was completely veiled from view. "Get out of my sight."

Bleddyn pummeled her father in the back indignantly, but her blows were weak and half-hearted. "Dad, just...stop."
 
Connor stepped back, composed once more. "Go then," he growled in an undertone, sidestepping until Bleddyn was completely veiled from view. "Get out of my sight."

Bleddyn pummeled her father in the back indignantly, but her blows were weak and half-hearted. "Dad, just...stop."
Wolfram didn't give Connor even a single glance. He peeled away from the counter, and took off around the corner, seconds later his feet hitting the stairs rhythmically.
He slowed once he got upstairs and into the bathroom, the door slamming behind him.

He leaned against the door, eyes wide. Yeah, stay away from him. If looks could kill his almost did!
He became aware of his arm, coated in half-dried blood. He stepped away from the door, reaching out a trembling pale hand and turning the sink water on.
The moment the water rushed from the faucet, he jerked his forearm under the water, rubbing rather violently at the dried blood, till the water turned red. He looked up into the mirror, and wished he hadn't. Half his face was bruised, one side of his head and hair sticky with blood. "No wonder he didn't want me near her." He whispered, his hand pausing from its violent rubbing on the dried blood.
 

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