did your dad do that Kat and Bryant

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Kat picked him up, cradling him gently as she carried him to his bed. She could feel the weight of his exhaustion, both physical and emotional, and it broke her heart. Carefully, she laid him down, pulling the covers up to his chin to ensure he was warm and comfortable. "Goodnight," she whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. She turned to leave, hoping he could get some rest, but she felt a small hand grab hers.

"Don't leave," he said, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and vulnerability. His eyes were wide, pleading with her to stay. Kat's heart ached at the sight of him, so fragile and scared. She turned back, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking his hand in hers. "I'm right here," she assured him, squeezing his hand gently. "I won't go anywhere."

Bryant's grip on her hand tightened, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. Kat could see the fear still lingering in his eyes, and she knew that leaving him alone was not an option. She settled herself more comfortably beside him, her presence a silent promise that she would stay as long as he needed. The room was quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of the covers and Bryant's steadying breaths. Kat watched over him, her heart full of resolve and love. She would be his anchor, his protector, no matter what.

She cuddled him through the night, her presence a calming balm to his troubled mind. The next morning, Kat woke to the harsh sound of Bryant's dad yelling from the other room. She gently extricated herself from Bryant's embrace, careful not to wake him. His peaceful expression was a stark contrast to the turmoil that seemed to follow them. As she stepped into the hallway, the smell of alcohol hit her, and she saw Bryant's dad, already drunk and staggering.

"Hey, your son is sleeping," she said firmly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the rising tension. The man barely acknowledged her words, his eyes glazed over with a mix of anger and intoxication. He stumbled closer, his movements erratic and unpredictable.

Bryant, now awake and hearing the commotion, got up and walked over to Kat. His presence was a small comfort, but the situation was far from safe. Without warning, his dad reached out and grabbed Kat's butt, an act that was both disrespectful and infuriating. Bryant's face flushed with anger, and he stepped protectively in front of Kat, his body tense and ready to defend her.

"Don't touch her," Bryant said, his voice low and dangerous. The room seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with unspoken threats and simmering rage. Kat placed a calming hand on Bryant's arm, her touch a silent plea for restraint. She knew that while his anger was justified, escalating the situation could lead to more harm. Together, they stood their ground, a united front against the chaos threatening to engulf them.