He kept his hands in his pockets. Fists in the open get broken. Fists in the open get broken.
"Toby was there too! He pushed me, then I hit the boards" Simon blubbered and wiped the snot from his lip. "Then Dad's shelf fell!" he screeched. "It's his fault!!"
Toby glared at his brother Fuckin' teller.. He didn't push him. Not really. Not hard. Not that she was going to care...
Stumpy purple tipped fingers grabbed his chin and forced his head up. "What did I tell you?" the stale smoke breath was in his face. His mouth went to work but wasn't fast enough. The hand gripped then shoved him against the fridge, his head thunking on the door.
Tears streaking down his face, Toby spun and slammed out the back door. Crossing the yard, he jumped the crick and skidded down the other side. Falling to the ground, face in his hands, the screams bubbling out of him as he shook and shuddered alone.