GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#FIFTY TWO.

"Get off of my brother!" Joey shouts, rushing into the kitchen.

I watch as both the boys struggle with their father. I realized instantly, that he was the source of where they gained their strength from, because he was strong, really strong at least for his age. I mean, the man was putting up a pretty good fight against two DE's in their twenties.

They try wrestling him to the ground, but the old man wasn't going to go down that easily. I found myself backed up into the corner of the counter. Watching as they take turns grappling him and swinging him around the kitchen.

They finally, get him down to the floor, and without hesitation he grabs them both by the throat. "You're both in love with that little slut, huh? You guys enjoy having your dicks in the same girl, you like sharing?!" He yells. "—So much that you're fighting your own father?"

That made me really angry.

I look around the countertops for something, anything to get him off of them. I found a glass and quickly pick it up and walk forward towards their father and stood over him, holding the glass high above my head.

What the hell was I doing? My head was spinning.

He was choking them. I had no other choice.

I look up at their mom for a split second my eyes burning with flames. "I'm sorry." I say to her.

She only took a half of second to nod in agreement, giving me the green light to go.

I took the glass and smashed him over the top of the head with it, while screaming at the very top of my lungs "Get the fuck off of them!"

He immediately lets go and leans forward, groaning in pain.

"What the fuck, Lili?!" Joey yells, scooting himself upwards and gripping the back of his dads head.

I could tell the fucker was bleeding, but I didn't give one shit about it.

"How could you treat your children like that!?" I howl over the top of him. "I would give anything to have my baby back and I cannot believe that, this is how you treat your fucking kids!" My voice sounded more vicious than I have ever herd it sound before.

I wanted to rip him apart with my bare teeth.

"Dad, are you okay?" Nick asks, through pants of air.

"No, that bitch opened me up!" He screams, taking his hand down to his face so that he could examine the bloody mess that was soaked in his hair.

"If I ever see you hurting them like that again, I will fucking kill you, do you understand me!?" My body was beginning to shake from the trauma of the event that just occurred. I could hardly believe I had just done that, but something primal came out of me.

Their mom comes down at the three of their sides now, and she looks up at me with tears in her eyes. I wasn't sure what was going through her mind, but I hoped she understood the reason as to why I did what I did.

"I'm going to need stitches and I'm pressing charges!" Their dad yells in my direction. "That crazy little bitch!"

"No, no dad. You're not going to do that." Nick replies.