Corbyn's POV As soon as I walked through my front door my father's huge hulking frame was waiting for me in the hallway, a grim look on his face. His hand was in a cast and his foot covered encased with a moon-boot."Hi, dad. What happened to you?" I glanced at him as he leaned on his crutches but he didn't answer my question."We need to talk," he said. "You have a lot of explaining to do young man. Get in there," he jerked his head towards the den and I followed behind.My mom was looking very anxious, the way she usually did before any confrontation.I moved closer to my mom, my light footsteps on the polished floorboards echoing throughout the silent living room. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, before placing myself next to her. My mother's drawn features seemed to visibly age right before my very eyes."What's this all about? Why are you back so soon?" I asked, my voice dropped to an undertone."You
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