The door slammed open once more, and the sound of boots thundered through the apartment. Shouts cracked the air, followed by a grunt I knew too well. I froze, fear rooted my feet in the same position as I clutched Lucien tighter. Tucking his head into the crook of my shoulder, I bounced him gently, whispering nonsense, pretending like everything was okay.
It was unmistakable, who was causing the ruckus in the living room.
It was Angelo's father.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" his voice bellowed from the other room.
A crash answered him. Glass shattering, wood splintering, then nothing. The silence that cut so sharp, it pressed against my skull. I didn't dare to move.
If I leave this room, I'd risk Lucien. If I stayed, I wouldn't know what was happening outside. But the former overweighed my curiosity, so I stayed.
