Short Story about a house by Larisa Hunter
Gus grunted as he rolled over in bed trying to pull more covers over his bare chest. The old lady was hogging the blankets again he thought to himself as he opened his eyes to tell her so only to find she was not in bed at all. Gus glanced at the alarm clock and then around the room.
I know, that was complicated for an explanation. I keep seeing it in my minds eye. The first page a drawing of a guy (and oh my lord my google searches must be throwing red flags, be careful how you google stuff *eye roll*) has his back to a wall in a room, a child clinging to him, on his haunches, he has been injured…shot several times.