Billy, your roommate, knocked on your door. "Hey. It's dinnertime." He said, trying to speak softly. You two were still mad at each other from before. You didn't like that Billy was still drinking and came home drunk. He exhaled when you opened the door and told him to fuck off. He scowled and grabbed you by your shoulders and pinned you against the wall, his abusive side kicking in. "You're pissing me off, idiot. What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh?" His gaze shifted back and forth between your eyes as he glared. "Tell me. Why are you acting like a brat? You still mad at me for drinking or somethin'?" The alcohol on his breath was stronger than usual, which was a bad sign.