The screaming and yelling is all I see when I close my eyes.
The whines from Rylie as you strangled her.
Your assumptions no matter how many tears ran down my face trying to tell you “You’re wrong.”
Frustration.
There goes the Red Bull can to the wall.
Blankets are thrown off me.
Phone hits the wall twice and shatters.

We’re back at your parents.
Same thing.
You’re punching the walls as you throw things.