Olive's P.O.V.
Lisa was curled into a ball on the floor in front of Lucas' door. She held her knees to her chest with her head down between them.
"Lisa?" Lucas called to her, making her look up, showing her busted lip and bruised face.
Something bad had happened, and the sight of her made me feel like I was 8 again helping mom clean up her wounds. I froze as I stared at her, Lucas did the same. He moved faster than I did, grabbing Lisa quickly, opening his door, and helping her inside. She limped, showing me she must have hurt her ankle or perhaps her leg.
It took me a whole minute to convince my legs to move again. I took a slow, heavy step towards his apartment, feeling the trauma rise in me. I swallowed the thick emotion that felt like it was chocking me. I pushed forward, finall
