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As soon as they rounded the corner and saw London with two girls Roman didn't recognise, he grew suspicious, and stopped with Evan and Samuel to see what was going on. London looked distraught, and she was facing her locker to avoid looking the two girls in the eye. Though, she was crying.
And Roman could hear what the girls were saying.
"Do you even know who the father of your child is, you slut?"
"Have fun bludging off government support your entire life."
"At least you have an excuse for being fat now."
"I bet you just let anyone sleep with you, you're not as good-looking as your brother so you just take who you can get ..."
And then, one of the girls shoved London. She stumbled a couple of steps and frantically caught onto the handle of the locker beside hers to prevent herself from falling onto her stomach, with a look of panic on her face. She knew that if things escalated, something could happen to her baby.
And Roman knew that too.
Roman immediately dropped Samuel's hand and stormed forward, a look of total and utter anger on his face as he helped his sister up with strikingly contradictory gentleness. "Are you okay?" he asked her heatedly, looking her over for any injuries.
"I'm fine," she whimpered.
Roman very carefully pressed her into Evan's arms, where she stood, shaking slightly from the shock of being physically attacked, before he turned on the two girls.
"So I don't know how you two cunts grew up -- maybe you live in houses where your dads hit your mums when they were pregnant with you and that explains the obvious brain damage you have -- but in the real fucking world, where our brains aren't being eaten by syphilis, we do not shove pregnant women."
It was clear in Roman's voice and body language that this was the angriest he had ever been. He wasn't yelling, or shouting, or snapping, but he was speaking in the most quiet and calm voice ever heard on a human being, that the two girls looked terrified. His entire body was shaking from head to toe, and his face was still expressing the complete and total rage he was feeling. He was flexing his fingers rapidly because he was one second away from actually punching one of them in the face.
"So if either of you deadbeat, dole-bludging whores ever even look at my sister or her baby again, they won't fucking find your used-up, drug-addled bodies, because there will be nothing left of you to find. Do you understand, or do I need to speak slowly for you to be able to comprehend basic speech patterns?"
The girls looked scared shitless, which was understandable, because most people would be terrified if a freakishly-tall man boiling over with rage was threatening them in the most serious tone imaginable. Roman couldn't even imagine what Evan, the father of the child, was feeling. He hoped Evan said something. No, he'd be even angrier if Evan didn't say anything.