Literature
Organized Nightmares | 9 |
Austin was shivering. He'd already seen too much in his young age, but watching as his father, the man that had kept him safe in his arms countless times, cradling him and protecting him against all outside threats. A strong voice promising him softly that the nightmare he had wasn't real, the ghost of Flynn's arms around his shoulders made the boy choke on a sob. He wanted his dads. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to be alone.
He stumbled away from the opening into the room, his eyes blurred over with tears, the image of a hand encasing his father completely still burned into his brain. The power those hands held over their own ki