#tor:threads

Their mom had nearly gotten herself thrown out of the hospital and dad was was off with Warren. She hadn’t asked for the details of what they were going to do, she hadn’t needed to know. Instead, she was curled up in a gods uncomfortable hospital chair by Gabe’s bedside to make sure he didn’t wake up alone. 

She had been feeling sick for at least a week, but it had only been nausea, so she hadn’t thought much of it. If she went too long without blood, it was bound to happen, so she had pushed it to the back of her mind. It had been easy to forget that she wasn’t going without it with how frequently available it was now that she was back home. 

Then it hit her that she was late. 

Torrie had gone out and bought the stupid little test when he wasn’t home and had hidden it when it came back positive. How the hell was she supposed to tell him when she knew for damn sure she wasn’t ready to be a parent. What if he wanted kids? Even a little?

“Okay, I know you probably have way better things to do, but we had plans and texting is a thing, you know,” she groused, barely pausing to breathe as she walked into the room, looking a little irritated. 

Of course, the moment Torrie caught sight of Leon, she sighed, feeling a bit like an ass. He looked...sad. It wasn’t actually something she really thought he was capable of feeling, but she didn’t say it. No reason to be a bitch if she didn’t have to be.

The bullet hurt, blood staining her shirt and jeans in a slow spread of red. It was only shock that had kept her standing for a few moments, her eyes refusing to believe what she was seeing. Of course, the moment she hit the ground, someone was twisting her arm behind her back painfully and warning her not to try anything stupid.

He reeked of old cigarettes and stale fast food, but worse than that, he carried a certain scent of pleasure over having hurt her. It was enough to make Torrie cry.

“You’re gonna call your little shifter buddies to come and get you, girlie. I know  you ain’t alone,” he had all but purred into her ear as he forced a cell phone into her free hand. “You call ‘em or I’m gonna start cutting that pretty little face up until there’s nothing left.”

She knew he wanted her to call her mother, but she couldn’t. she couldn’t risk losing her mom if she somehow got out of this alive. And, as much as her dad enraged her, she didn’t want him dead either. Instead, she quickly dialed Leon’s number. Of the people she could call, he was the hardest to hurt and she trusted him.

The moment he answered, she was whimpering for help, but the hunter snatched the phone away and gave him an address only before hanging up. After he tossed the phone aside, he forced her up and the room spun, the blood loss already making her dizzy.