Goose
The sound was instant. Dad didn't even fully get through the sentence before the room exploded. Voices overlapped one another. Anger rolled through the space like a wave. The guys started shouting. It was hard to follow who said what. I stood in the back of the room listening, not really looking around to see who yelled what. So, instead of trying to follow the voices and figure out who said what, I started on the floor, my hands flexing at my sides, the wall wasn't enough. I needed to punch something or someone else so f*****g bad.
"Who the f**k would be that stupid?"
"Someone wants to die."
"Who was it?"
My dad lifted a hand, bringing the room back under control. When everyone was silent again, he answered the loudest question from most of the guys, "Who?"
"Brooklyn, admitt
