Lily's Point of view

I had witnessed Lucas push people just to see them shatter. But never like this, with raw anger seething from one to another and reducing our tenuous equilibrium we had hardly managed to maintain to a chaos. Hours after, my hands were shaking as I held onto the edge of my kitchen counter and gazed at the wreckage that had been left behind.

The air still smelled with the strength of what had occurred, the coffee table was overturned, and a shattered mug was in pieces on the floor beside the couch.I slapped my hands flat on the counter with a huge sigh and prayed that...