**Lorenzo's POV**
I watched Phoebe let out whatever she was feeling. I didn't ask what happened, and I didn't plan on it. She would talk to me if and when she wanted to. The only thing I needed to do was show her that I was here for her, and hope she would open up to me about it. Phoebe shot the couches and the walls. She picked up a sledgehammer I brought and went crazy on the coffee table and side tables. She picked up whatever dishes weren't broken and she threw them while she screamed. I can see something was bothering her, but I can also see her let out whatever pent up anger she has been holding onto from everything else.
Finally after she threw the last dish she fell to her knees and just cried. I walked over slowly, sat on the floor, and pulled her onto my lap. Her legs wrapped
