SAMANTHA’S POV

I stood there, my body frozen in place, as Lucas's angry words reverberated through the room. His outburst caught me off guard. Lucas had never raised his voice at me before. What had changed?

I opened my mouth to defend myself, to make him understand that I had only been concerned and it was best to talk instead of bottling up emotions, my words failed me. My tongue felt heavy and twisted so I clamped my mouth shut.

He wasn't done yet, he stomped his fist on the bar and a shifted backwards. I wanted to walk away but I didn't want things to become worse than they already are. "Who do you think you are?" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room. "Telling me how to live my life? You need to learn your place, Samantha, and stop meddling in my affairs!"

I had never felt the pain of a sharp knife pierced through my heart, but if it felt like your heart was going to drop and your legs would stiffen unable to move, then I have… his words felt like a knife that dug through my heart ripp