Lucas's Point Of View
After I left the dining room I decided not to follow my brother and Jordan into the games room. Instead I decided to go and speak to my Mom and Dad. The more I thought about what happened the angrier I got. I took the elevator to their floor. It was around 9 pm so it wasn't too late to bother them. Not that I cared, I'd have gone at 1 am in the morning, all guns blazing, if I needed to.I paused outside their door before knocking. I didn't want to interrupt them doing something that might put me in therapy for the rest of my adult life. To my relief they were just watching television.
I banged my fist on the door in temper. I'm not sure why this whole thing had made me so mad. Probably because some of my closest friends and family were not prepared to stan
