07-08-2018, 06:50 PM
As they drove Irvin stroked his belly with his good arm, he sniffled and wiped at his ever falling tears, looking to his arm as it laid limp beside him. He cried softly and looked to Max,"It hurts so bad." He whimpered and turned his face into the chair cushion as he laid there, he panted and pressed his hand to his belly. His arm needed to be popped back into place and he wasn't strong enough to do it himself, it hurt him to know they his own parents had did this to him. His belly still hadn't settled down and he sobbed again as he squirmed in the back seat of the truck, reaching to grip onto Max tightly. "Are they okay? They won't stop moving..." He whimpered and tried crossing his legs as he moaned.
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