Third Person

As soon as a Middle aged man hopped the fence, everyone scattered and darted inside. Who the man was unknown to all but Vylad.

Dante was the only person outside with Vylad and the unknown man.

"Vylad! What the Hell Are you doing over here?!" The man shouted.

"F-Father, I C-c-can Explain!" Vylad let out shaking.

"Just get inside! You WORTHLESS piece of Trash!" Vylad Father yelled as he slapped Vylad.

A red Handprint now on his Face. His eyes began to water, he began to quiver, his eyes showed only fear.

"Y-yes F-Father!" Vylad said as he scurried over the Fence into his house.

Dante stared at the man in front of me, he caught me looking and glared at me.

"You can't do that!" Dante Yelled to him.

"Yes I Can! Vylad is my son and you can't do anything about it!" He yelled, pushing me down.

He left afterwards. Travis came out and picked Dante from the ground. There were grass stains now on his white shirt, and needless to say, Dante was pissed