Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Grandpa Brandon felt the firm grip on his arm as Oliver spoke with calm assurance. "Grandpa, stay here. I'll handle this. If he can't see me, he will keep making a fuss." Striding purposefully upstairs, Oliver led the way with Shay trailing close behind him. Below, Josefina watched the two figures ascend the staircase, her brow furrowing.

In the room upstairs, Rowan gripped a paring knife with a crazed intensity, hovering it dangerously near his throat. But it was more of a threat than an action, and he hadn't begun to cut. Sydney shouted in a panic, "Oliver, please, talk some sense into your dad! He's threatening to hurt himself. If he really needs to go out, let him. Being cooped up is driving him insane." Oliver let out a derisive laugh. "Is it him going mad, or is it driving you up the wall?"

Stung by his words, Sydney's face flushed with embarrassment. Around Oliver, she felt as insignificant as a scolded child, simmering with anger but too afraid to speak.

Shay, standing to Oliver's right, was visibly distressed, her hand on his arm. Oliver, sensing this, deftly stepped aside to avoid her touch, keeping his sleeve pristine. His eyes blazed with fury as he snapped at Shay, "Don't touch me."

Shay stood frozen, her hand still raised in the air. Was a simple touch on the arm too much to ask for? Tears quickly filled her eyes. "Oliver, I didn't mean anything by it."

Why do you have to be so harsh? Why take the issues between adults

arm, shaking her head. "Mom,

How can you treat her like this? Oliver, I swear I'll end you, you ungrateful bastard." As the knife came at him, Oliver dodged and grabbed Rowan's wrist, disarming him and pressing the blade against his

He wouldn't endanger

Shay gaped at Oliver, her

"Oliver..."

hand, blood dripping from the tip. Rowan clutched his neck, blood flowing down, a ghastly

his smile wicked and arrogant. "Thought about ending it all, huh? I was

pointed at Oliver, his lips

stay put. If you do, I have a myriad of ways to go about it. Feel free to pick one." He tossed the knife into the

Oliver's retreating figure. He retrieved the paring knife from the trash and stabbed it