Dove
The coffee table was flipped over that it's gold metallic legs were facing the ceiling. The gold marble vase that was resting on it shattered across the wood looking vinyl floor, the rug under it kicked to the side and the couch shoved away. It seemed anything that was in Danilo's path he pushed away, his sight like a bull seeing a red tag. That was all he could see, all he could focus on was getting to the door.
The wood of the door was splintered, the red stains of his blood still on it which made me gasp. The door was hanging only by the bottom hinge leaving my room open.
"Did he..." I was incapable of talking as I saw a pushed armoire close by that was close to the door and partially the couch.
"Benecio pushed them there so Danilo wouldn't get in," Rodney sighed looking like the image of stress, "If he didn't I'm pretty sure he would have knocked it down by the first kick."
