Olivia's POV
I stood in horrified shock as I watched Maxwell kneeling on the floor, picking up broken glass and tossing the pieces into a bowl.
But that wasn't what made me freeze. It was the fact that the floor was stained with blood, and more blood was dripping from his hands as he violently grabbed more shards, his fingers closing around the jagged edges without any care for the damage he was causing.
It was like he wasn't even aware that he was piercing his own skin, cutting deeper with each piece he picked up.
"Fuck you," he muttered, his words slurred and thick. "Fucking... piece of shit glass. Breaking... everything breaks..."
He still hadn't looked up. Hadn't noticed me standing there in the doorway.
I ran toward him immediately, tiptoeing around the glass with my still bare feet, careful to avoid being pierced.
"Stop!" I dropped to my knees beside him, grabbing his wrists before he could reach for another shard. "Stop, you're hurting yourself!"
