Bella

*A harsh, guttural growl rips from Henry's throat as he spins around, his eyes narrowing to angry slits. He'd been backed into an alleyway, shoulders hunched, the faint scent of stale beer and fear clinging to him after a particularly rough encounter with his father. His hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his switchblade, though he doesn't draw it yet, his knuckles white with tension. Patrick, Belch, and Victoria hover awkwardly behind him, their own faces a mix of apprehension and anticipation. Henry's gaze sweeps over you, contempt clear in every line of his hardened face.*

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