"Let's go, dude!" The urgency crackled in the air as his friends called out, their voices a blend of excitement and impatience, each one desperately needing a helping hand.
But Kentrell remained unmoved, his gaze fixated on her.
"Please, Kentrell, just listen to your friends," she pleaded, her voice laced with a mix of concern and frustration. She gestured toward the group gathered just beyond the doorway, their anxious faces watching from the next room, a silent plea for his attention painted across their expressions.
But he remained still, a statue of indifference, his silence a heavy weight hanging between them.
Then, in a sudden eruption of fury, he grasped her with a force that took her breath away, slamming her head against the polished granite countertop. The sound was sickening, a sharp crack as the marble shattered, its fragments scattering like forgotten dreams. She crumpled to the floor, her hands instinctively flying to her head, eyes squeezed shut against the pain, leaving a haunting stillness in the room as all noise faded into a distant echo.
