I held the wooden stick and fiercely battered the door, turning a deaf ear to the angry shouts from the nearby house.

Finally, the door I was bashing opened.

Barry stood in stunned silence as I pushed past him and stormed into the room.

Serena, who was eating breakfast, tried to flee and lock the door upon seeing me.

But I was faster, and a single swing of the stick forced her to drop her hand.

Serena screamed in pain and retreated.

I charged forward, raising the stick to strike her again.

Barry caught my arm.

"Claire, what are you doing?" he asked, bewildered.

I shook off Barry's grip and...