did your dad do that Kat and Bryant

your scarying him

Bryant's dad came back, banging on the door with a force that made the walls tremble. Bryant hid his head, trying to block out the noise that sent waves of fear through him. "You're scaring him," Kat said, her voice filled with a mix of anger and concern. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Bryant's dad busted open the door, stumbling inside in a drunken stupor, even worse than before.

The room filled with the acrid smell of alcohol, and Bryant's heart raced as he tried to make himself as small as possible. Kat stood her ground, her protective instincts kicking in as she placed herself between Bryant and his father. "Leave him alone," she demanded, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

Bryant's dad swayed unsteadily, his bloodshot eyes scanning the room before landing on Bryant. "You think you can hide from me?" he slurred, his words barely coherent. The tension in the room was palpable, and Bryant squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could disappear.

Kat's heart ached for Bryant, seeing the terror in his eyes. She knew she had to do something to defuse the situation. "He's just a kid," she pleaded, hoping to reach some part of the man that still had a shred of decency left. But the man's drunken rage seemed unstoppable, a storm that threatened to engulf them all.

In that moment, Kat realized the depth of Bryant's fear and the strength it took for him to endure such torment. She vowed silently to protect him, no matter what it took. The room felt like a battlefield, with Bryant's dad as the looming threat and Kat as the shield standing firm against the onslaught.

"Back up!" Kat said, shoving Bryant's dad with all her strength. The force of her push made him stagger backward, momentarily losing his balance. Bryant's dad glared at her, his face twisted in drunken rage, but Kat stood her ground, unwavering. She knew she had to be strong for Bryant, even if it meant facing his father head-on.

Bryant's dad tried to regain his footing, but his drunken state made it difficult. "You think you can push me around?" he spat, his words slurred and venomous. Kat's heart pounded in her chest, but she didn't let her fear show. She had to be the barrier between this man and Bryant, who was cowering behind her, his eyes wide with terror.

"Leave him alone," Kat repeated, her voice firm and resolute. She could feel Bryant trembling behind her, and it fueled her determination to protect him. The room seemed to close in around them, the tension thickening with each passing second. Bryant's dad took a step forward, but Kat didn't budge. She was ready to defend Bryant with everything she had.

The standoff felt like it lasted an eternity, but Kat didn't waver. She kept her eyes locked on Bryant's dad, silently daring him to come closer. Finally, he seemed to falter, the alcohol clouding his mind and sapping his strength. He muttered something under his breath, then turned and stumbled out of the room, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake.

As the door slammed shut behind him, Kat let out a shaky breath. She turned to Bryant, who was still huddled in fear. "It's okay," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "He's gone." Bryant clung to her, his body trembling with the aftershocks of fear. In that moment, Kat knew she would do whatever it took to keep him safe, no matter the cost.

"It's okay, it's okay," she said, her voice soothing yet firm. Kat held Bryant tightly, feeling his body shake with the remnants of fear. She stroked his hair gently, trying to convey a sense of safety and security. The room around them seemed to fade away as she focused entirely on him, her heart aching at the sight of his distress.

Bryant's breathing was ragged, and he clung to Kat as if she were his lifeline. She whispered comforting words, hoping to calm the storm raging inside him. "You're safe now," she murmured, her hand continuing its gentle rhythm through his hair. "I'm here, and I won't let anything happen to you." Each word was a promise, a vow to protect him from the darkness that had invaded their lives.

The minutes stretched on, but Kat didn't let go. She knew that Bryant needed this moment of reassurance, a chance to feel grounded again. The tension in his muscles slowly began to ease, his breathing becoming more even. Kat felt a surge of relief, but she knew their journey was far from over. They had faced a terrifying ordeal, and the road to healing would be long and difficult. But in that moment, with Bryant in her arms, she felt a glimmer of hope. They had each other, and together, they could face whatever came next.