He was on my heels, and I didn't know why on earth he was doing it, especially since he knew that when I was like this, it meant danger. I shut the door to my room in his face. Didn’t he understand that I didn’t want to see him?
"Bree, my love, I don’t understand anything. What happened?" he asked through the door. "Please, let’s talk," he said when he didn’t get a response from me.
"Just leave me alone, seriously," I said loudly, but not quite shouting.
"I just don’t get it. Explain it to me, at least so I know why you're mad at me."
"No! Go away!" I shouted angrily.
"I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here until you tell me. I swear I've been good," he said, sighing.
After making a mess in my room, I locked myself in the bathroom to avoid hearing him. I knew that at any moment, he
