LYRIC
Rage filled my bones. I never knew he had such an ugly side.
He was about shooting at another window when I got in the way. "Fine! You've made your point. Everything doesn't have to be about violence." I glared daggers at him.
He looked at the broken glasses, then at me, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Believe me, there is nothing violent about this. You'll know violence when you see one."
My heart constricted with fury, so much that I wished I could pour it all out on him. But who was I kidding?
"Do we have an understanding, then?" He asked, casually putting his hands behind his back.
"We do. Now, put the gun away."
More to my dismay, he pointed at another window.
What?? What was wrong with him?
"I know daughters like you are usually ill-bred, but you must learn to speak to
