Third person’s pov
“Travis! Please! Stop throwing everything away!” The woman screamed, trying her best to calm down her husband. He simply growled at her, his eyes flashing as he proceeded to pick up an armchair, throwing it out the living room windows. The guards outside scurried to look inside and she shuddered, covering her face with her hand, embarrassed.
“Where is he, Penny!? I left him in your care, and he somehow vanished overnight!” He screamed at her. She frowned, tapping the pointy part of her shoe over and over, rapidly on the tile floor. It was a nervous habit she’s picked up over the years, as she raked her fingers through her shoulder-length black hair in frustration. Noticing her habit he growled at her again, picking up the tv and throwing it at the guards’ heads. They
