As Simon screamed, he shoved Grace toward us with all his strength. At first, she tried to coax Zoe into putting down the keyboard. When that didn't work, she lost her temper and snapped at her."You ungrateful little brat! Why do you always have to fight your uncle over everything? No wonder your mother doesn't like you. You're stubborn as a mule!"Zoe's eyes filled with fear. She shrank behind me, but she still held tightly to the keyboard.I took her hand and said, "It's alright, Zoe. Keep your keyboard. We're going home."Before I could take a single step, a deafening crash sounded behind us. Even I flinched.I spun around and saw Simon wildly swinging a baseball bat at everything within reach. The first blow shattered the glass coffee table.As he swung the bat, he screamed, "That's what you get for taking it! That's what you get for not listening to me! That's what you get for not getting it back!"His second swing slammed into the refrigerator, leaving a deep dent in th
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