Cry Like The Girl She Was

Luca’s POV

It was hard to calm down, and it was harder to stop my goddamn head from making up stupid scenarios. 

My frustration was at its peak as I paced around like an animal stuck in its cage while the bullet wound in my shoulder throbbed with every step. My anger wasn't just boiling; it was a pressurized, scalding fury that threatened to shatter every window.

My father sat at the table, clutching a tumbler of whiskey. For the tenth time in the last hour, he told me to "calm down, son," the idiotic phrase doing nothing but grate on my already raw...