Her tears subdued as he held her close. The glass vase fell off the table because of a gust of wind. The table shook resulting in the vase landing on top of Holly...piercing through her hand.
She sat in Scott's lap as he tried to pry the glass from her hand. " Sstop!" Cried Holly.
The edges were embedded so deep in her hand it came out the other end. The red liquid oozed out of the little girls hand onto her bright coloured clothes.
"Holly. I need you to only think about Muffin." Said Scott. Muffin was a fuzzy little bear Holly was given when she was younger.
At that moment there was a sound of keys in the door.
Oh no. Not now! Thought Scott.
His mother was back... that thought said enough....
