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15. Sheep Dressed As A Lamb

Dan's POV
We made out on the sofa for hours, when suddenly something made a huge bang!

Me and Phil both jumped, trying desperately to make ourselves look presentable as we looked sharply to the left, to face the door. A tall, intimidating woman stood firmly in the doorway. She looked quite old, with evident wrinkles on her face and hands, and many silver hairs trying to bury themselves in her black hair scraped back into a stiff bun. She wore a dark brown, knee length coat and black ankle boots. Talk about a sheep dressed as a lamb.
"Phillip." She grimaced, wrinkling her nose slightly at the messy sight of us. Why do people do that? Just because we're bi, it doesn't mean we're psycho killers, geez.

Phil was quivering like crazy, and had the most terrified look on his face as he stared with utter dread at the woman. She, however, looked furious. "Y-yes, Grandma?" He stuttered, shaking with fear. He kept his sky-blue eyes fixated on this horrifying machine as he said so. So, this was his Grandma. Damb, Daniel.
"What do you think you're doing, you nasty little f*ckboy?!" She screeched. She was mad. "You've been gone for days! Where have you been you f****t?!"
Alright, that does it. My ears almost steamed, I was so angry. This woman was just about to get what she deserved.
"Hey! Who do you think you are, b*tch? I've heard allsorts about you. You ought to be behind bars you fat ugly cow!" I roared, hovering my arm in front of Phil defensively. I looked her dead in the eye, ready for battle, and she stared me back. Now I realized why Phil was so scared of her. "Dan, stop!" Phil whimpered. "You don't know what she can do!"
"Hehe, that's right Phillip. You don't know just what I can do, young man." She smirked. That was it.
I lunged at her, smashing her face in with my fists. It had been a while since I had seen a fight, and I was just about to see one again. But this time, I was the deliverer. And the victim.

I uppercut Phil's Grandma square in the jaw, and I swear I saw her fake teeth move. Gross. I didn't even care that Phil was begging me to stop through mild stutters of panic. I wasn't going to stop for anyone or anything. This woman was Phil's childhood abuser, and she was going to get what was coming to her, whether Phil liked it or not.