Chapter 8. Mike Tyson

GABRIELLE'S POV

I didn't see when mom got up from the sofa, but she was there holding my hair back as I vomited last night's meal. 

"I'm here, honey," my Mom cooed.

My mom was totally the best!

"Sorry, it took me so long," Dad's voice rang through the room. He threw an ice pack at Gerard, and then he walked over to mom and me. "Genevieve darling, you're awake," he spoke as he handed me the other ice pack.

"Yes Barry, but do you mind telling me what the hell happened?"

"I wish I could, darling. But I am lost as well," he let out a sigh. "I think these two are the best ones to enlighten us," he asserted, gesturing his index finger between Gerard and me.

The cold sensation of the ice pack was doing wonders to ease the burn in my hand. Dad came over and wrapped it in a bandage. 

Mom was busy rubbing a foul-smelling ointment on Gerard's jaw that she explained would help with the inflammation.

"Dad?" I sniffled. 

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