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Itâs streaming starting today so you can probably find it pretty easy.
Wait, where is it streaming?
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It’s already available on Amazon Prime.
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Ah, okay! Thanks! From what you said about it, I’ll definitely be checking it out! My siblings and I will probably watch it during our parents next date night. That or Mufasa.
Have you seen Mufasa yet? I’m really excited to see it!
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Oh! My father and older siblings went and saw Bonhoeffer. I was too busy to go, but I’m planning on seeing it later. They said it was AMAZING. My oldest sister especially loved it! It was SO moving. Have you seen it yet?
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Oh this is WAY better then Mufasa!
No, I haven’t. My family is waiting for a time when we can watch it without my very little sister. She couldn’t see a movie like that!
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Oh this is WAY better then Mufasa!
Okay…I’ll see what I think.
No, I havenât. My family is waiting for a time when we can watch it without my very little sister. She couldnât see a movie like that!
Gotcha.
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I was just talking about your Scottish heritage with Joy, one of my older sisters, and she wanted to know if you go to any Highland Games.
Do you?
By the way, your clan motto is amazing! It’s so cool that they were Covenanters. We can’t say that for our clan. Though we know there were some Sutherland covenanters, the majority were with the bad guys.
So, where does your German come in? Your father’s Irish, and your mother’s Scottish…so…
I also have Turkish and Japanese in me. (My mother’s Japanese, and my father’s father is Turkish)
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No! I’ve never been to Highland games. That sounds AMAZING!
Have you?
My dad has the German. Our last name is actually German, and I look very German, though my brothers take after the highlander and irish side.
Although, I do have some of the Irish in my facial features and then the fact that I have almost black eyebrows while having blond hair.
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Not quite sure where to take this scene after where it ends, so if anyone has any ideas, pls let me knowđ
a scene snippet from Book #3 đ€« I didn’t realize these characters I spontaneously came up with would play a bigger role in this story XD
TW: (y’all should just know by now that this is gonna always be here XD). ALCOHOL ADDICTION. FLASHBACKS TO CHILD AB*SE. QUICK MENTIONS OF BL00D/BRUISES.
A quiet knock.
Riker moaned. Shifted.
Another knock, louder, faster.
Iris moved, and her green eyes slowly slid open. ââŠRiker?â She groaned, âWho would be here this late?â
He shrugged. âI donât knowââ
âMr. and Mrs. Schind, can youâcan you please open the door?â
Grace Adams.
And her voice shook.
Riker quickly got out of bed and stood. He slipped a shirt on.
Micah awoke with a cry, and Iris rose out of bed to pick him up.
Riker quickly made his way out of the bedroom, through the living room, to the front door. He opened the door, Iris a mere few feet behind him, glanced down slightly, and blinked. âGrace, Timothy? WhyâŠwhat are you doing-?â
Grace shifted, her dark skin barely visible in the dark, her voice shaking still, and whispered, âPapaâs been drinking again.â
Timothy sniffed beside her and pushed up on his glasses, reaching under them to seemingly wipe away tears.
Riker glanced up and down the street, opened the door wider, stepped back, and waved a hand. âCome in. Whereâs Lance?â
âHe said heâd stay with Mama and Jane. He told me to bring Timothy here.â
Riker glanced at Iris, who stood in the living room, Micah quiet in her arms, drifting back off into sleep. She nodded. âWeâll make room for both of you to sleep here for the night.â
âWe donât want toâŠwe donât want to make it difficult for you.â
Iris smiled gently at Grace. âYou will never make our lives difficult. Weâre more than happy to have both of you here for the night.â
Timothy rushed forward, wrapped his arms around Iris, and buried his face in her nightgown. Iris smiled sadly and stroked his short, curly black hair.
âI donât want Mama to be thereâŠor Lance or Jane. Papa might hurt them.â Grace whispered.
âDonât worry,â Riker shared a glance with Iris, âweâll make sure theyâre taken care of.â
An addiction to alcohol was hard to overcome, even harder for some.
But it was no excuse to hurt oneâs family and put them through Hell.
He, or his family, could go somewhere else, at least for the night.
âYes, weâll make sure your Mama, Jane, and Lance are taken care of, Grace. Let me go put Micah back down in bed, then Iâll make room for everyone to sleep,â Iris shared another glance with Riker, âand Timothy, would you like to sit on the couch for now?â
Timothy nodded sleepily, still swiping tears from his eyes. He settled on the couch and pulled a pillow close to his chest.
Grace settled beside him, gently stroking his hair.
Riker slipped into his and Irisâ room, and Iris followed behind, closing the door behind her. âYouâre going to the Adamsâ house.â
He slipped his arms through one of his button-ups as Iris settled Micah in his bassinet. He changed into a pair of slacks and nodded. âMrs. Adams, Lance, and Jane shouldnât be forced to stay.â
âIâll make room for all five of them. Chelsea can sleep in here along with baby Jane.â
Riker nodded, tying on his shoes. He stood, pulled a coat on, and smiled at his wife. âYou never say no to someone that needs help.â
âNeither will you,â Iris stepped closer, âjust please be careful.â
Riker ducked his head. He pressed a kiss to his wifeâs lips. âI will. Donât worry.â
âYou know I still will.â
âPlace it in Godâs hands.â
Iris sighed but smiled. âYouâre right. We all need that reminder from time to time.â
Riker gave her another kiss. âIâll be back soon. Love you.â
âLove you more.â Iris called after him.
Riker left through the front door, stepped out onto the sidewalks.
Everything was quiet so late at night.
Riker shoved his clammy hands into his coat pockets. Clenched and unclenched them.
Chelsea and all four of her children deserved to be protected.
And if they needed help, who was Riker to refuse?
It would be far too familiar smellsâŠfar too familiar sightsâŠsounds.
He shut his eyes tight.
No.
He didnât-no.
  He didnât have time for memories.
Riker chuffed out a breath, reopening his eyes.
It wasnât the same.
He could defend himself.
He wasnât left to his fatherâs mercy.
He was protecting others, defending them from the things a young and even grown Riker once had no protection from.
He glanced at the run-down house the Adams family called their home, the largest and best they could afford with George unable to keep a job for more than a few weeks at a time even with Chelsea doing everything she possibly could.
He ascended the steps. Gently pushed against the front door.
Unlocked.
Riker gently nudged the door open. Braced himself against the scent of alcohol and the sound of crunching glass beneath his shoes.
A figure moved in the dark.
He quickly turned.
Lance peered at him, his newborn sister in his arms. ââŠMr. SchindâRiker? WhatâŠdid Grace and TimothyâŠ?â
âTheyâre at home. Iâm here to help get you, your mother, and Jane there.â
Lance blinked, a bit of blood dripping from a cut upon his forehead. ââŠBut whatâŠ?â
âIâll take care of it. Get a few necessities for everyone. Where is George and Chelsea?â
âI-I donât knowâŠin another room.â
âThank you. Hurry, Lance, and get outside through the back door once you have everything youâll all need.â
Lance nodded and quickly left the room.
Riker scanned the living room, the kitchen.
No one was there.
He checked the hallway, the bathroom.
Nobody.
A scream echoed.
He froze.
 No.
He didnât have time for memories. Not now!
Riker made his way down the hall, shoved open the door to George and Chelseaâs room. George paused, a small end table in hand. Chelsea sat huddled in the corner, sobbing, spotted with blood and marks that would soon bruise.
George dropped the table on the floor with a thud. His eyes widened. âRiker? Riker Schind? WhatâŠwhat,â he stumbled but righted himself using the bed, âwhat are you doinâ in my house?â
Riker stepped aside. He gently and slowly helped Chelsea to her feet. âI think you need to sleep off the alcohol, George.â He helped Chelsea to the door and whispered to her, âLance should be outside with some of your things. Heâll help you to the house: Iris is there waiting for all three of you; Grace and Timothy are already there.â
George snarled. âMy wife and children belong with me! Theyâre my family, Schind, not yours.â
âItâs just for the night. You need to sleep off the alcohol. Quickly, Chelsea.â
Chelsea sent one last, fearful glance her husbandâs way and fled down the hallway.
George growled. Stepped forward.
Riker blocked the doorway with his body.
Chelsea, Lance, and Jane would soon be on their way to his home. George was too drunk to really follow them. They would be safe, at least for the night.
George would forget everything come morning, including his rage.
He wasnât a cruel man, but rather a broken one.
When he wasnât drunk, he was a good man, even a kind one.
âYouâre better than this, George, and your wife and children deserve better than this.â
âOutâŠoutâŠget out of my way, Riker.â
Riker slowly shook his head. âI canât do that.â
âTheyâre my family!â George screamed.
âAnd the alcohol is making them not trust you and hurting them.â
A heavy bottle rose.
Riker didnât lift his arms in time.
Glass met head.
Alcohol spilled.
Riker saw stars.
His head swam.
Riker whimpered. He crawled under the table as a glass bottle shattered against the wall.
 He hugged his small seven-year-old legs close to his chest, his unkempt dark brown locks falling down into his field of vision.
Franzâs heavyset footsteps echoed across the polished wooden floors. He stumbled and slurred, âWhere are you at, boyâŠ? You think you can hide from me? Iâll find you. I always will.â
No.
No, he wasnât back there.
The drunk man standing before him was another womanâs husband, other childrenâs father, not his own father. The man standing before him was George Adams, not Franz Schind.
Right.
Right?
His hands clammed.
Sweat clung to his shirt.
His heart pounded, his head swirled, and every breath chuffed.
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This is good! I like this scene!
Wait, hang on……. you got him stuck there and now you don’t know what to do?!?!
Haha…… I may or may not have done that to a character before………
Honestly, George doesn’t seem very stable at the moment, If Riker gets out of the room and George follows and trips over something he’s likely not going to get back up. George could even knock himself out and then Riker checks he’s okay before going after the family. *shrug* just some random thoughts.
Fires will rise to testify that 2+2=4. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer
No! Iâve never been to Highland games. That sounds AMAZING!
Have you?
Yes, quite a number of times. The Highland Games in our area aren’t that big, but back in Oregon, we attended some huge Highland games. They are always lots of fun! There’s music, highland dancing, sheep herding, and yes, don’t forget the caber toss! When you go to bigger Highland Games, the ground literally shakes when all the massive bands play together. It’s something you never forget!
My dad has the German. Our last name is actually German, and I look very German, though my brothers take after the highlander and irish side.
Oh! I wondered if your last name was German.
Although, I do have some of the Irish in my facial features and then the fact that I have almost black eyebrows while having blond hair.
Woah, that sounds like you look very stark.
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Thanks!! <3
Wait, hang onâŠâŠ. you got him stuck there and now you donât know what to do?!?!
This happens way more often than you realizeđ
Leon and Riker get stuck in sticky situations all the time
Honestly, George doesnât seem very stable at the moment, If Riker gets out of the room and George follows and trips over something heâs likely not going to get back up. George could even knock himself out and then Riker checks heâs okay before going after the family. *shrug* just some random thoughts.
Yeah I was thinking something along those lines.
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Ooh, nice scene! Well, not nice, but well written. Poor Riker.
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THAT SOUNDS AMAZING!!!!!
I’ll have to check it out! Are they free?
How would I go about locating one in my area?
Oh, is there a lot of drinking and/or immodesty, or are they pretty clean?
I do a lot of highland dancing, but I’ve never been to something like that!
Woah, that sounds like you look very stark.
Lol. I hope that’s a good thing…..
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Oh! My father and older siblings went and saw Bonhoeffer. I was too busy to go, but Iâm planning on seeing it later. They said it was AMAZING. My oldest sister especially loved it! It was SO moving. Have you seen it yet?
Pardon me for intruding on the conversation, but I just saw this… I saw Bonhoeffer with my brothers a few weeks ago and it was really good! You should see it when you have the chance!
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