| Happy Lowman x OC ᅳ COMPLETED |
Josephine was gone, dead, killed by a drunk driver. And now he was aloneᅳ alone with their daughter, feeling completely broken and lost. The deep-seated sadness ensured that the famous Tacoma Killer no longer let a...
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DEBBIE'S HEAD WHIPPED around as the rumble of a bike approaching her father's house faded and finally died. The heavy footsteps slamming against the asphalt grew more aggressive and louder with each passing second, as did the pounding on the heavy door a moment later, which grew more demanding.
"Shit! What do we do?", the brunette asked with a hiss in her desperate voice, her fingers clamping around her brown waves as she looked at her father with wide eyes. "You know he has no problem killing us both!"
"Keep your voice down", Arthur snarled, his blue eyes filled with madness and desperation as he tugged at his blonde hair. "Get rid of him, I'll make sure Josy and her nosy friend won't make a sound."
"But howᅳ", Debbie snorted as Arthur ran up the stairs without another word to her, skipping a step at a time. "Thanks for the help", she uttered under her breath before she took a deep breath and made her way towards the door.
With a plastic smile on her red lips, pretending not to know who was standing at the door, she swung the door open. Only then did she slowly let her smile fall and twist her face in disgust, her chin tilted upwards. "I didn't know that the lower class even knows where Roseville is located."
Happy just snorted disparagingly as he stared at Debbie with disgust and pushed past her the next moment, roughly pushing the brunette aside. His wild gaze wandered through the luxurious house, everything here so sterile that it could be a hospital.
"Where's Josy?!" While he was still turning around, he grabbed Debbie's arm, who was trying to reach for the phone. A dark expression lay in his now black eyes while a deep growl tore through his throat. "Don't even think about it, bitch. Where's my wife?"
"Don't fuckin' touch me!" Debbie panicked as Happy's grip on her arm tightened, sure to leave some bruises in its wake. "What are you talking about? Have you completely lost your mind now? Josy is dead, remember?"
The next moment, a painful yelp escaped Debbie's lips as she was thrown and pressed against the nearest wall. The pressure of Happy's forearm shoved against her throat immediately increased as the edges of the picture frames pressed into her back.
