Thomas’ POV
I barged out of the house.There was nothing left to do. The ambiance inside was heavy with despair and disappointment that I cannot stand to remain there. I’ve said my piece. She gave hers too. We were both mad and the other two were, as usual---spectators of one of our endless clashes. I strongly believe that if we do not have a fight, one of us might get sick. It is now a part of our fake lives. My intention there was to simply tell her what the implications of her drastic actions had bore. It went out of hand. Instead of being calm and reserved while I talked to her, Stacy took it the other way around.
That woman woke up and chose violence today.
Sure, she had all the right to be pissed at me for being a pr*ck. Anyone who confronts anyone is either a pr*ck or a d**k, whic
