Lucas’s POV

When I woke up to yellings from downstairs again, I thought nothing about it. But the moment everything clicked, including all that went down between Stella and I, and the words that proceeded from the mouth of my father, I was racing downstairs.

“I know what I’m saying, your boobs aren’t as tender as that! You’ve been seeing someone surely.” He roared.

I got to the last stair and I froze. My father held Stella against the wall, his hand on her neck as if he wanted to choke her. 

Something akin to tremor coursed through me, but my brain sparked—the kind of spark that only came with...