Samantha sat up on the bed as she watched him walk into the room, looking dejected. With his gaze on the floor, he walked past the bed and headed for the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” She asked after him but there was no response.
She waited for hours but he didn't step out of the bathroom. The only sound she could hear was the sound of running water.
“What's wrong with him? One moment he is lovely and the other moment he's moody?” She soliloquized.
She could recall several occasions where he had returned from his mother's room and all he'd do was lock himself up in the bathroom for hours.
“Did they have a fight?” She mumbled again.
He soon stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to the closet. He didn't seem to pay any attention to her. She could see resentment written all over his
