“Rosie!” Mum thundered.

A look of hurt crossed his features.

“I think it's best I leave, Dee,” he said.

“But you just got here,” Mum whispered, taking his hands in hers.

I scoffed, making my way up the stairs and into my room.

I slammed the door behind me and locked it.

I was angry.

“Fuck!”

I wanted to do damage.

So the first thing I did was fling my bag to the wall.

The anger still remained.

I glared at my vanity stand, then reached over and shoved it to the ground.

(It's always about you, isn't it.)

My anger intensified.

“Rosie!”

Footsteps rushed up the stairs.

“Rosie!”

I...