Glass

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Damien walked into his house with a small smile on his face. He couldn't believe it he had been here a day and already made a friend that he would definitely see in his future one way or another. It was about 7 o clock and his father wouldn't be back for a little while so he had a little bit of down time. Back in the city all they did was work. His father Bruce was quite reclusive. That's why Bruce enjoyed work so much. Because he could be productive, but could be productive alone. Damien on the other hand was more like his mother in the sense where yes, he was reclusive but liked to get out of occasion. Damien hasn't spoken to his mother in years. And he knew he was better off without her influence hanging over his head. But he still missed her like anyone would miss their mother. He walked in the living room and slowly pulled the bubble rap out of the box their flat screen television was in. Being careful to not flip the television out on the floor he began to slowly un wrap it. He almost dropped it when he heard banging on his door. You'd think someone was running from a serial killer banging on the door the way they were. He ran over and was nearly knocked down by the small girl who quickly wrapped her arms and legs around his knees. "You were with my sissy earlier, you need to come help her now!" He looked down in confusion "Please! She protects me! I need her!" He picked up the little girl and held her on his hip to try and calm her so she wouldn't panic. "Ok, ok shh it's ok I will help her." He walked as fast as he could to the porch and over to his razor. Raven wasn't the only fan of atvs. He put Celeste in the passenger seat and pulled her seat belt around her tightly so she wouldn't fall out. He carelessly jumped into his seat and started to engine which roared with power. He backed out of his driveway as quickly as possible and sped down the road until he came to Ravens hill. He unbuckled Celeste and held her hand as they ran up the hill together. Once there he stopped dead in his tracks. He could only stand and watch as Raven, his only friend here was pushed out of the window a few feet above ground and landed with a thump on the concrete bleeding from multiple cuts and a piece of glass that seemed to be lodged in her upper arm.

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