Chapter 52

Thomas' POV: 

I tumble out of bed and kiss the floor in the process. 

“Well, good morning to you too,” I thought wryly. 

Faintly, I register hitting my head against the steel cup I put on my bedside table, obviously displaced by the violent rocking. 

The rocking stops for a moment and I hurry to the window, grabbing the frame as a precaution so I don’t fall and splatter my sleep-addled brain into Mum’s precious garden.

 The sight that greets me is a mad mess. Our gate is twisted by the left, splattered with a liquid I dare not look closer at, for fear of what it could be. 

Penny’s Penny, the local shop that sells the best pies and juice around here is a jumbled mess of metal and wires down the far right end of the street. Someone is running towards it, yelling furiously. 

A closer look reveals Mary, the store owner’s daughter in a flustered state. She’s yelling something over and over, hysterically; somethi