“Open the damn door!” Roy yelled his fist banging on her door. Beryl cried softly while leaning behind the door. Her face was swollen, her upper jaw was bruised, her nose was broken. She was a mess.
“Darn it!” He yelled.
And ruffled his hair.
“Baby am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Baby, just opened up okay. I’ll buy you a lot of chocolates. Your favorite. We could see your favorites movie in the cinema. We could play games. Cuddle all night. Listen to you while you...”
“Just go away.”
“Don’t tell me to..?” He howls, and hit his hands on the door again, harder than the first time.
“Baby, am sorry, am truly am. Let’s fix this please Baby. Just open the damn door!”
Beryl cried more. Hugging herself.
“If you ain’t gonna open up, if I force my way in there, you’re gonna regret
