Olive's P.O.V.
That second where we all froze in shock felt like it lasted an eternity only to play again at double the speed. Dad swiveled back around, his fist drawn back and ready to hit Lucas in the throat. I pulled on Lucas' shirt, forcing him back so that dad's punch missed.
Due to the lack of contact, Dad had to take a step forward so as not to fall. He had put a lot of power behind that punch. I dragged Lucas further back away from Dad. I'd like for my child's father to not be killed by my own. Dad looked at me with narrowed eyes and for a moment I think he contemplated hitting me too. Daisy gasped, thrown off by the whole debacle playing before her.
"I'm calling the police," she said, rushing to dad's side and looking at us like we were in the wrong.
Oh Daisy, if you only knew.