“You s**t! You asshole! You lying fucker!” A woman’s voice screamed. I wasn’t stupid. It had to be Carrie. I froze and clutched the bed sheets to me.
“Honey, just let me—” Bryan’s plea was cut off with a slap that seemed to echo in the bedroom.
“Shut the f**k up! Just shut the f**k up!” As I sat in the bed, stomping approached and bedroom door slammed shut, trapping me inside.
Unfortunately I was trapped inside with Carrie. And she locked the door.
We stared at each other for a long uncomfortable moment before Bryan started knocking on the door.
“Honey, let me in so we can talk,” he said through the door.
“Shut up or I’ll cut off your balls!” she threatened.
Carrie was very attractive, or would have been if her long blond hair wasn’t disheveled and her face wasn’t puffy from crying.
