"What are you doing here."
I asked the dazed uninterested face looking back at me, instead of replying me, he shoves me aside and barges into the house.
I close the door for security purpose trailing after the intruder.
"Trevor, what are you doing here it's late?"
I ask again, someone feeling confident probably because I am in my house, which I find secure.
Trevor hisses lowly as he walks over to kitchen without saying a word he stares blankly at the few items on the kitchen island and in a blink I see everything toppling over and crashing on the ground all thanks to Trevor.
It felt like I was in a Trance as I watch him push everything off the kitchen island, I watch him over to the shelf with the cups and plates.
He picks up one of the glass cups raises his hand before relea
