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french_angel ([info]french_angel) wrote in [info]ampfe,
Gabrielle never wanted to punch anyone ever again, it hurt! Crying out in pain, looking at her broken fingers made her sick. The children were all crying, not understanding what was going on. They clung to Lisa and Gabrielle, looking for comfort where there was none to be given yet.

The battle raged and then ended suddenly. By that time Gabrielle was on her knees, cradling her hurt hand against herself as her two nieces had her neck in a choke hold as they clung to her. All three were crying when Marisol was suddenly there. The little girls didn't react to Marisol's appearance, but Gabrielle did.

Cringing, she tried to get away from her mates' mother but couldn't with the children clinging to her. Lisa was lucky, she only her her nephew clinging to her legs. He lost his hold on Lisa as the woman ran to Allyson. Alexander was there for the children, though, and they went to him quickly, for they loved and trusted him the most. Left alone with Marisol, Gabrielle ignored the older woman and what she was saying.

Not wanting anything from the mean woman, she tore off the ring and dropped it. Running to her mates, she tripped and fell twice. Running was something else she wasn't used to. Trying to keep the bath robe closed, she reached them but hung back a few feet away. She was scared they would blame her...blame her for everything, for ruining their lives years ago by starting all this.


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