~Laslo~
I have successfully ripped apart my entire office and have made spectacular work out of tearing up my bedroom. I'm not used to being told 'no.' I'm used to getting everything that I want when I want it. I'm not sure why Zahara thinks she can choose not to be with me, but her audacity is pissing me off.
"Do you plan on tearing up any other rooms, or are you good after this one?" I turn towards the voice to see my mother standing in my room with her arms crossed over her chest. I didn't hear her come in, nor did I smell her. I guess my anger had blocked out my basic skills. I slide down the wall my back is leaning on and sit on the floor. I draw my knees up and place my head on them. "Do you want to tell me why you have been on a tear for about a week now? You also never told me wh
