[b]Heather - Roadway - Group[/b]

As predicted, DeSean did not handle the situation well. Yelling, he started beating on poor Seth. Still holding the coat closed, Heather grabbed DeSean and felt some of her fire come back.
"Don't take it out on him! For God's sake, he's a kid DeSean! Get over this he-man attitude of yours," she snapped and shoved him.

When she saw him taking a gun out of the car she knew what was in his mind. "Calm down before you do something stupid," she told him. "We've been through enough tonight without losing anyone."
She was shivering in the rain and from the aftershocks of what had happened. Her teeth chattered and her body shook as she spoke, the rain plastering her hair to her face.
"Floyd told us to come here while he went after Hank," she told DeSean. "If you leave us here we won't have any kind of protection."

He didn't seem like he was listening to her. Fear and panic spiked in her, so much so that she let go of the coat to grab his arm with both hands. "DeSean!" she nearly cried. "Please! Please don't leave us here. What if there are more of them?" she asked, fear making her eyes large. "DeSean please," she pleaded, lowering her voice. The coat had opened enough for him to see her bare stomach and between her breasts but not any more. "They attacked me," she told him in a low voice, not wanting to upset Jennifer or Imogen. "They hurt me... and they hurt Hank... If Floyd hadn't come along when he had, they would have done a lot worse to me and likely would have killed Hank. You may not like him, but I trust Floyd to come back with Hank. What I don't trust is you leaving us here alone. DeSean... please... don't let them hurt me again... don't let them hurt Jennifer. Stay... protect us."