…Harry allows the smile to drop from his lips and worm its way into a disgusted frown while tears well up in his eyelids.

“YOU DARE show YOUR face here, after what YOU’VE done!” he spits with venom laced into each word. “Get off my land, or I’ll have you dead!” he grunts as he raises the shotgun and trains it on Clinton, who quickly raises his hands in the air.

“Please, don’t blame your daughter sh…” His words are cut short as Harry stuffs the barrel of the shotgun into Clinton’s gullet.

“I won’t be asking again! NOW GET!” he bellows.

Clinton slowly backs away, only to have Fiona step in between them, glaring deathly towards her father.

“Put it down and apologise!” she snaps quickly.

“I-I-I, I’M NOT FUCKING APOLOGISING TO THAT PIECE OF SHIT! NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE YOU GET HURT!”

Her face drains of blood and her lips tremble. “Y-Y-You would r-risk my l-life, t-to end his?”

“I’D RISK FOREVER TO END HIS LIFE!”

“What if forever was already dead?” Clinton says with a clumsy amount of sarcasm tainted across his worlds.…