Chapter 8

• 🌿 Luke's pov 🌿
• I slammed the front door shut, it shudders on its hinges. The loud sound reverberating through the entire house, silencing the loud chatter that was happening in the dining room.
• My hands are fisted at my sides as I walk to the kitchen area. I could feel their stares on me as I passed through the dining room. I knew they could see the blood trickling down my knuckles to my fingertips. But I honestly didn't care, neither did they.