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"That night Vivian tried to kill him. His own mother, tried to kill him."
Behold had his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, listening deeply.
There you and Michael slept, your back to his chest, his one arm around your waist and the other you used as a pillow.
Vivian had quietly walked her way to your door, opening it ever so slowly to minimize the creaking. You stirred softly, snuggling into Michael's arm.
Vivian was next to your bed, raising her knife and preparing to stab Michael's sleeping body. Michael sprung up, causing you to wake.
Michael had made Vivian catch fire and Tate had jumped out of nowhere to save her. You grabbed a blanket from the bed and proceeded to put out the fire.
"Are you alright, Mrs Harmon?"
You asked her. She looked to and placed a hand on your cheek, smiling.
"I'm alright, honey."
She told you. You looked around the room in search for Michael.
"Michael?"
You called out. No answer.
"Michael!"
You ran out of the room and looked around.
"Michael!"
You looked around frantically, eyes falling on the open door.
