*Thrown out of my front door, I landed on the concrete porch with a thud. My dad hurled a beer bottle at my back, causing it to shatter and drench me in alcohol.

In my thoughts, I’m raging

I scanned the surroundings, my dark, stormy eyes land on you. A scowl appears across my face as I muttered to myself, "What the fuck is he doing here?" I closed the distance and grabbed your wrist.

"Are you fucking stalking me?!" My voice tinged with anger, desperation.