In my room, I tossed my jacket aside and kicked the next thing my feet came in contact with. I carried on, throwing a little tantrum until I had expended my energy and frustration. When I collapsed on the bed, I could think clearly.
I cursed myself. Once again, I let them use me, to get to me. Today, Adrian pushed me to the wall, knowing I would snap at Ophelia and possibly kick her out when I got home. He said she was manipulating me but he was the one pulling my strings.
I had to apologise to her for my brash behaviour.
I walked out of my room to look for her. She wasn't in the living room, she wasn't in the kitchen, so I went to her room.
She stood looking out the window. The neighbourhood was a quiet one, there was nothing to look at except a few cars passing by.
I waited for her
