Tyrone gently patted the dog's head and softly coaxed, "You go play in the yard first, Dad has some things to deal with, okay?"
The dog seemed to understand his words and obediently stood up to walk towards the backyard. The dog was very smart, especially good at understanding human emotions; it seemed to have keenly sensed the awful vibe in the house and dared not bark anymore.
At that moment, I also realized what was about to happen as the dog got up. My intuition told me that something bad was about to occur.
Taking advantage of Tyrone's inattention, I dashed upstairs, hoping to get back to my room and shut the door to escape him.
But Tyrone was quicker than me.
Like I said before, his legs are long; one of his steps is two of mine. It was terrifying because he caught me on the sta
