(SOLAN)
I make my way swiftly to my brother's room, doing my best not to lose my cool before I get there.
My hands are balled into fists, and I am doing everything I can to keep from slamming one of them into a wall.
In my mind, I go over the conversation I am about to have with Theo. I am cool, calm, and collected as I ask him if he has any idea how badly he has fucked up this entire situation.
But when Theo opens the door to his room and says, "What?" I am no longer cool, calm, and collected.
I slam my fist right into his face, causing him to splash the glass of blood he is holding all over himself.
When he winces and glares at me, I am only upset that most of the blood now dripping down his face is not his own. "What the fuck?" he asks me, wiping at his white shirt that will now be permanently pink.
