Milene
“You can’t throw away my stuff,” I yell after Salvatore.
He ignores me and keeps walking until he reaches the door of my room, then marches inside.
“Hey!” I dash after him. “You have no business there! Salvatore!”
I find him standing in front of my closet, looking over its contents. He grabs the stack of folded T-shirts I use to sleep in from the middle shelf, crosses the room, and walks out.
“Are you crazy? Give me my clothes back. Right away!”
I’m still standing in the middle of my room with my arms pressed over my boobs when he comes back two minutes later, carrying another pile of T-shirts under his arm. Without any explanation whatsoever, he returns to the closet and lays the shirts on the shelf where mine had been.
“What is this?” I snap. “Another of your power games? Y
