By the time I got downstairs, Ethan’s jacket had been torn to shreds. Ethan looked at the Doberman in terror, his face pale. “Dad! S-Save me!” Ethan gasped for air, his tone full of fear. Standing there, the neighbor, Andrew Livington, said in disdain, “You have a rude kid. “My baby girl is just playing with you. Why are you screaming for help?” Bella the Doberman got more hyped up. She put her paws on Ethan’s shoulders while drooling. Armed with my kitchen knife, I lunged forward. “Silas, have you lost it?“Don’t hurt my baby girl!” Andrew cried in a fluster. Not paying him any heed, I swung my knife at Bella. The ambush drew a deep gash across Bella’s body. She rolled to the side and whimpered in agony. “You came, Dad!” Ethan reached his hands out in tears. “Don’t be scared, Ethan. It’s okay now.” I pulled Ethan into my arms and whispered reassurance. Ethan was born with a congenital heart condition, so the slightest emotional distress could be fatal
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