SamSam closed his eyes in the dark bedroom. He balanced on the edge of the bed, holding his head. The dogs ran around, their nails clicking against the linoleum floor. Every little sound made pain shoot through his skull, and his head pounded. Even the sound of Trina’s chewing. She’s gnawing on a f*****g carrot stick in the bedroom. What the hell? And why is she always eating lately, anyway?
Every crunch made him cringe. “f**k,” he whisper-groaned. His stomach tossed, as the intense pain created nausea.
Toby dog barked, sending stabs of pain shattering his skull, followed by a female voice doing her best to quiet the dog. Paige was downstairs in the living room with Willow, playing. The little screams and coos of joy from his sweet daughter bit through his skull like sharp daggers.
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