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*Kane* 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 Lex. I am cool, calm, and collected, as I ask him if he has any idea how badly he has f****d up this entire situation. But when Lex 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 f**k?” he asks me, wiping at his white shirt that will now be pe