I slipped in my key, only to see that the lock was already open. Meaning, he was home, and after he left with his pals, he had returned here. It took a few minutes before I had enough courage to push open the front door, and instantly I heard noises upstairs. He was screaming, cursing at the top of his lungs that I was certain he did not hear me come in. I needed to speak with him, and I tightened my fingers around the ring he had thrown on me. Dropping my purse onto the floor, I headed up the stairs, following the noise until it grew louder and louder. I was facing our bedroom door, and on the other side was his screaming.
I did not knock, simply opened the door and instantly, his screams halted. When the door was fully widened, he was standing by the closet, and all my clothes were pil
