Life Hacks/Charity-preg/rp-sld, "roses" (sensory-)/perfect/non-compete (town)/Danica/Use the excuse to take Billy away from him
The face of “Billy’s” father hardens into a vicious glare as his violent intentions pour off of him to a point it almost causes a physical sensation in the air as he approaches his “son.” Billy, apparently being sensitive to these mood swings of “his” father, catches on to this only a brief second after you did as he jumps back.
“No! No..” Billy pleads as he tries to find shelter around the back of your leg. “His” father, meanwhile, attempts to shove you out of the way. Of course, with your strength, this only causes you to adjust your stance slightly and he is unable to budge you even an inch. Surprisingly though, he doesn’t seem to be the slightest bit bothered by this in his now single-track mind and manages to lean up against you with one arm as though you were an inanimate object while he reaches around you to drag his “son” roughly by the arm out in front of himself.
At this point, you have already had at least 3 opportunities to intervene and stop what you are certain is about to come next, and you still have about 5 different options for how to stop it even now. However, there is something that stops you. It strikes you that if he’s about to do this in public, you can only imagine what he probably does to this child in private. Since he is about to slip up in a major way like this, no matter what he’s about to do to Billy, having him do it in front of all these witnesses here should be plenty to get “him” removed from his father and give her a better life in the long term.
“You fucking whore…!” Billy’s dad mutters and you tightly clench your jaw as you see this father actually deliver a brutal uppercut into Billy’s solarplexus. You can’t believe your eyes.
“Hey!” You shout, taking a ready stance to intercept any additional attacks from him. Fortunately though, he looks completely stunned at what he just did himself as he stands up and staggers backward, allowing Billy to crumple to the ground holding her stomach in enough shock and pain that she doesn’t make a sound and merely rolls up onto her side into a fetal position. “What the hell!” You turn and shoot the man a venomous look before rushing to Billy’s side.
“Hey, hey! Are you Ok?” You ask the kid, cradling this little girl who looks for all the world to be an 8 year old boy in your arms as you pull her up onto your lap. She lets out a few small -hick- and sob sounds before breaking into moaning tears as she begins to rock back and forth in her pain. At this point, since you can’t really do much until she has had a chance to calm down, you decide to shoot her father a glare of the sort that if looks could kill then you would be frying his brains out with the intensity of the gaze you were giving him at this moment.
“I… I…” He staggers back a half step.
“Oh my God!” Trish, who you were just talking to a little earlier, has her hands over her mouth as she’s looking over in your direction along with several other curious onlookers.
“Did you see what happened?” Someone else in the crowd mutters.
“That police officer just punched that little kid in the stomach!” Someone else says. You can also see a few mobile phones being held up, most likely in recording mode.
“That police officer just punched that kid!” One of the people holding their phone says, likely to fill in whoever their intended audience turns out to be.
Billy’s dad looks up to the crowd nervously, his face flushing white. He directs a long and regretful glance full of fright in your direction, and then without a word he takes off running.
“Hey! He’s running!” A guy with a phone jumps off the back of the bleachers and runs off in pursuit of the police officer who is guilty of punching an innocent child, not seeming to know or care that the child in question was the child of the officer in question.
In the meantime, Charity has run up next to you, only staggering slightly as her sudden movements seem to force out a large glob of your semen from inside of her as it falls to the ground. She looks down behind her to see what just dropped from her pussy before promptly ignoring it and making her way over next to you, stopping over your shoulder without saying a word.
Tend to "Billy"
- Cradle, sooth, and comfort her for a while
- Have her take off her shirt and check for internal injuries
- Take her somewhere more private for her examination
Hand her off to Charity