Feel free

Getting into the house and into Libby's room, Ty and Con waste no time in helping her put items in boxes. They do as she suggests, but also take the initiative to pack things she hadn't mentioned as well.

As her stepfather appears though, everything comes to a screeching halt. Ty whips around and his blood begins to boil, just seeing this man who had hurt Libby. Hearing his words and hearing Libby be called a liar was the last straw.

"You swine," he hisses. He takes several strides towards him, anger blazing in his eyes and his fists balled.

It was Con who reached him first though, putting a strong hand on Ty's shoulder to stop him abruptly. Self defense was one thing, assault was another. Keeping his hand on Ty to hold him back, he towers over Libby's stepfather. His eyes stare down at him with cold ire that could cut through steel. He hadn't caught all he'd said, but he didn't have to.

"I'm sorry sir," he responds as calmly as he can, "but your stepdaughter is four years legal to do whatever she wants. It is her legal right to leave this house, and my friend and I are here to assist her in moving boxes."

Ty wants so bad to pounce on this man, that his face becomes flushed and his hands clench tight enough to make his knuckles turn white.

Con looks down at Libby's stepfather with warning. "We will be gone shortly. If you feel the need to call the authorities in the meantime, please, feel free. But I don't think that will do anything but cause more trouble for yourself."

Moving his one hand slightly, his jacket gets pulled back just a little to show the edge of his Elite badge on his belt. "Now, please... leave us alone."