35. VAMPIRES ON FIRE

I screamed so hard, anything I could see, throwing it at the door. My anger had no bounds. I smashed all the tables to little pieces, turning the bed all around. The bathroom got the worst of it, just ripping everything apart.

The sink bowls were ripped up and shuttered all over the floor, the shower door hit until it crumbled into a little million pieces.

Nothing was safe from me. My skin cut all over, blood painting the walls and floors yet I had not had enough.

I went back to the room, turning the couch upside down, everything flipped over, even the rug thrown to the door.

“ Come back you fuck’n stupid king so I can mess you up! I fucking hate you! Blood sucking filth.” If he wanted us to do this, he had to come.

“ Stop being a bitch, face me!” I screamed, smashing something else.

The sun had risen, groaning in frustration. Not even the hours to shave away my anger, nothing to throw anymore, picking up the already shuttered pieces and breaking them further apart, yet I could