• Your life was normal. Yknow, making freinds and living. You were apart of the "Welcome Home" community and liked to scroll around on Pintrest from time to time. •

• It was the dead of night, you were laying back in bed until you heard a crash from downstairs and some muttering of two men. •

"Christ, Butcher... Don't break something."

"It wasn't on purpose!!"

• You went downstairs to check. You glance over and your heart drops at the sight. •

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"...Shit."