"What the hell was that Lucia?!" Stefan yelled at Lucia for the upteenth time. He asked his mother to excuse them while he took her to his sound proof study. That way he could rain hell down on her with his mum being none the wiser.
"Answer me goddammit!" He yelled and banged his hand against his hardwood table which made Lucia flinch.
"I don't… I don't know", she whimpered. She held her head in one hand and kept running the other through her hair.
Stefan ran his hand through his hair in his typical gesture of frustration as he recalled passing her a peach drink at the event and then watching her go hysterical, "what do you mean you don't know? Huh? One minute you were fine, and then the next thing I know, you're all over the place like a mad man. Were you drinking? Did you take anything? Drugs? Are you an addict Lucia?" His questions as accusations kept coming until Lucia decided she had enough.
