Bryan pov
I storm into the place I've been calling home for a couple of weeks now, searching for my roommates.
How dare they even f*****g try that?
And why did I allow it?
I burst into the kitchen after passing the living room and find them sitting at the counter, eating some kind of cereal.
I walk up to the woman who has still failed to tell me her name.
"You told me you only bruised her a little bit, you said you only wanted to scare her into leaving him, so why does she have a f*****g broken arm?!" I shout, getting closer into the lady's face.
The guy who I assumed was her husband from the identical rings they both wore, gets up and pushes me back, standing in front of his wife.
"She walked right in front of him, what did you expect him to do? Back off and hit her again when sh
