r voice. It came out shrill and panicked. "You're c

n didn't move. Her eyes, cold and foc

e cracking. "Your grandmother gave it to

t Brenda's lips, the last bit

ining table in the middle of the cluttered living room. It was covered with the

table, gripped the edge of the heavy,

od flew everywhere. Glass shattered. The ketchup bottle exploded against the wall, splattering red

enda shrieked, rushing

bent down and picked up a piece of the table's broken meta

m stood frozen by the wall, his face a mask of disbelief and terror. Aria h

liberate strength,

rod-which would have taken a grown man a vise and a blowtorch to bend-slowly, impossib

than the flipped table. It broke the laws of

and he slid down th

f Brenda. It landed with a heavy, dull thud. She leaned in cl

e is the medicine? Or would you like to find

atch spread rapidly across the fabric of her sweatpants, and

ears and snot streaming down he

puddle. She looked at the teenage boy, Cody, who was s

not daring to disobey. He returned a moment later, his h

heck the contents, then snapped i

urned and walked out through the ruined doorway. The cold nig

d now was gettin