r voice. It came out shrill and panicked. "You're c
n didn't move. Her eyes, cold and foc
e cracking. "Your grandmother gave it to
t Brenda's lips, the last bit
ining table in the middle of the cluttered living room. It was covered with the
table, gripped the edge of the heavy,
od flew everywhere. Glass shattered. The ketchup bottle exploded against the wall, splattering red
enda shrieked, rushing
bent down and picked up a piece of the table's broken meta
m stood frozen by the wall, his face a mask of disbelief and terror. Aria hliberate strength,
rod-which would have taken a grown man a vise and a blowtorch to bend-slowly, impossibthan the flipped table. It broke the laws of
and he slid down th
f Brenda. It landed with a heavy, dull thud. She leaned in cle is the medicine? Or would you like to find
atch spread rapidly across the fabric of her sweatpants, and
ears and snot streaming down he
puddle. She looked at the teenage boy, Cody, who was s
not daring to disobey. He returned a moment later, his h
heck the contents, then snapped i
urned and walked out through the ruined doorway. The cold nig
d now was gettin
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