Vincent pulls his motorcycle to a halt , pulling up to her house. He removes his helmet, where his bruises can be clearly seen. He grunts as he climbs off the bike, clutching his side where there was a stab would. He slowly and weakly approaches the door, he knocks twice and waits. When she opens the door, he looks at her with a pained expression. His body leaning against the doorframe as his only support.
“Hi mama, I don’t really got anywhere else to go….” He says in a husky voice.
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