Citation de Susanaribeiro
Quick, light footsteps ran down the hall and back. America returned, her hand outstretched, holding my phone. « Call her. »
I snatched it from her hand and dialed Abby's number. It rang until the voice mail picked up. I hung up and dialed again. And again. And again. She wasn't answering. She hated me.
I dropped the phone to the ground, my chest heaving. When tears burned my eyes, I picked up the first thing my hands touched, and launched it across the room. Whatever it was splintered into large pieces.
Turning I saw the stools situated directly across from each other, reminding me of our dinner. I picked one by the legs and smashed it against the refrigerator until it broke. The refrigerator door popped open, and I kicked it again, and again, until Shepley finally rushed over to keep it closed. I stomped to my room. The messy sheets on the bed mocked me. My arms flung in every direction as I ripped them off the mattress – fitted sheet, top sheet, and blanket – and then returned to the kitchen to throw them in the trash, and then I did the same with the pillows. Still insane with anger, I stood in my room, willing myself to calm down, but there was nothing to calm down for. I'd lost everything.
Pacing, I stopped in front of the nightstand. The thought of Abby reaching into the drawer came to my mind. The hinges squeaked when I opened it , revealing the fishbowl full of condoms. I had barely delved into them since I'd met Abby. Now that she'd made her choice, I couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
The glass was cold in my hand as I picked it up and launched it across the room. It made contact with the wall beside the door and shattered, spraying small foil packages in every direction. My reflection in the mirror above my dresser looked back at me. My chest heaved, I was shaving and by anyone's standards looked insane, but control was so far out of my reach at that point. I reared back and slammed my fist into the mirror. Shards stabbed into my knuckles, leaving behing a bloody circle.
« Travis, stop ! » Shepley said from the hall. « Stop it, God dammit ! »
I rushed him, pushed him back, and then slammed my door shut. I pressed my hands flat against the wood, and then took a step back, kicking it until my foot made a dent at the bottom. I yanked on the sides it came off the hinges, and then I tossed it across the room.
I snatched it from her hand and dialed Abby's number. It rang until the voice mail picked up. I hung up and dialed again. And again. And again. She wasn't answering. She hated me.
I dropped the phone to the ground, my chest heaving. When tears burned my eyes, I picked up the first thing my hands touched, and launched it across the room. Whatever it was splintered into large pieces.
Turning I saw the stools situated directly across from each other, reminding me of our dinner. I picked one by the legs and smashed it against the refrigerator until it broke. The refrigerator door popped open, and I kicked it again, and again, until Shepley finally rushed over to keep it closed. I stomped to my room. The messy sheets on the bed mocked me. My arms flung in every direction as I ripped them off the mattress – fitted sheet, top sheet, and blanket – and then returned to the kitchen to throw them in the trash, and then I did the same with the pillows. Still insane with anger, I stood in my room, willing myself to calm down, but there was nothing to calm down for. I'd lost everything.
Pacing, I stopped in front of the nightstand. The thought of Abby reaching into the drawer came to my mind. The hinges squeaked when I opened it , revealing the fishbowl full of condoms. I had barely delved into them since I'd met Abby. Now that she'd made her choice, I couldn't imagine being with anyone else.
The glass was cold in my hand as I picked it up and launched it across the room. It made contact with the wall beside the door and shattered, spraying small foil packages in every direction. My reflection in the mirror above my dresser looked back at me. My chest heaved, I was shaving and by anyone's standards looked insane, but control was so far out of my reach at that point. I reared back and slammed my fist into the mirror. Shards stabbed into my knuckles, leaving behing a bloody circle.
« Travis, stop ! » Shepley said from the hall. « Stop it, God dammit ! »
I rushed him, pushed him back, and then slammed my door shut. I pressed my hands flat against the wood, and then took a step back, kicking it until my foot made a dent at the bottom. I yanked on the sides it came off the hinges, and then I tossed it across the room.