Andrea stumbles, Daniel throws his arms around her. "Who the hell are you?" she gasps. And then: "Danny, oh my God, sweetie — "
Marcus says, "Take him and your husband, go to the nearest hospital, get him checked over. Just drive."
"But you — "
Seething, suddenly, far angrier than seems possible, he rounds on her and snarls, "That ain't a suggestion, that's what you're gonna do. Take your boy and go. We'll be gone by the time you get back. Go!"
He hates himself for it. Her eyes go big and scared. She almost trips dragging Daniel with her as she descends, yelling for her husband to come help her goddammit.
Just as soon as it appears, Marcus' anger melts off. He's breathing too fast, and now he can see the welt forming at Joan's collarbone. Something comes over him, dizzy and sick. He takes a few steps back, crosses the threshold of the attic door, trying to get her to crowd him in and come with him. He wants her in a small, confined space. Controllable. He can't afford to lose her in this massive house. Can't afford to lose her full stop.
Oh, Jesus Christ, what's he done.
He manages to keep the horror and the guilt from spilling out into sorry, oh my God, oh my God I'm so so so sorry. Takes a shaky breath and keeps needling. She's smart. Hopefully the demon isn't. "What, you saying you've heard that before?" Another step back. "There's a shock."
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Marcus says, "Take him and your husband, go to the nearest hospital, get him checked over. Just drive."
"But you — "
Seething, suddenly, far angrier than seems possible, he rounds on her and snarls, "That ain't a suggestion, that's what you're gonna do. Take your boy and go. We'll be gone by the time you get back. Go!"
He hates himself for it. Her eyes go big and scared. She almost trips dragging Daniel with her as she descends, yelling for her husband to come help her goddammit.
Just as soon as it appears, Marcus' anger melts off. He's breathing too fast, and now he can see the welt forming at Joan's collarbone. Something comes over him, dizzy and sick. He takes a few steps back, crosses the threshold of the attic door, trying to get her to crowd him in and come with him. He wants her in a small, confined space. Controllable. He can't afford to lose her in this massive house. Can't afford to lose her full stop.
Oh, Jesus Christ, what's he done.
He manages to keep the horror and the guilt from spilling out into sorry, oh my God, oh my God I'm so so so sorry. Takes a shaky breath and keeps needling. She's smart. Hopefully the demon isn't. "What, you saying you've heard that before?" Another step back. "There's a shock."