Dean thought tunnel vision was the worst. The way everything looked far away made him lose his periferal vision. But one of the benefits was that all things in front of him had a crisp focus.As his right hand smashed Wayne's face onto the mahogany coffee table, blood made beautiful patterns around the room. He was a red Jackson Pollock.
He began to remember a similar, although less grotesque, situation. In his mind, sometimes he was beating Wayne and sometimes he was beating Grayson. Both were equal amounts of scum.
Dean's lips had disappeared from all the stretching. His large canines were ready to bite. The white of his eyeballs filled with dark veins and his nostrils doubled in size.
No one was taking his family away from him.
"Stop, stop, stop." Allie scream-whispered and grabbed b
