Chapter 33.

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear.

I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm.

"Oh my God! Ar–" I ran down to him at the dining table. He raised up his hand to stop me before I could get to him. "This is not the time to be stubborn. Let me–"

"Don't come close to me!" His breathing started all over as he growled, then he flung the broken glass cup on the white table with the same bloody hand to the floor.

"Arrgh!" I covered my mouth in reaction. The tears came again. I have never seen Arnold in this kind of situation, not even in such anger.

"Brother!"