Freya walks out of my room without showing even a little bit of guilt of what she has done with my speakers. My chest expands with further indignation at her nonchalance.

I go through the broken pieces of the speakers to see whether they can be fixed or not. They were so expensive. I spent a fortune on them. How dare she mess with my stuff!

Undiluted rage sweeps through me like a fire. I'm going to kill this woman.

At this moment I feel like breaking everything around me or maybe pull my hair and go crazy.

She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have broken my speakers. I'll...