[Gold's POV]
I heard a male voice groaning, a loud crack and thudding.
A hand snatched the bag covering my face and it fell off. This happened in a split second. The smell of the bag was pungent and my vision was hazy.
"Gold! Are you okay?" I heard a familiar voice that sounded like my dad, from a distance. It was my dad on the floor and another man groaning loudly.
I saw a hand stretched out to me from a familiar tall figure of a male hovering magnificently over me. Before I could get a proper glimpse of the person before me, I blacked out.
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" Gold"
It was a faint sound.
"Goldie Argent!"
I woke up to the sound of my name. It was a bold, strict voice of someone who was in his early fifties. My dad.
I was made to lay down on the couch in the living room of my house. I frow
