Your knee jerk reaction was to grab the flower pot from the table beside the door to your bedroom and chuck it at Jack’s head. The girl in bed with him squealed and rushed out of the way, pulling the blankets around herself as she ran. Almost blindly you continued to grab the closet things to you and hurling them across the room at Jack.
“Get out.” Your voice shook with anger as you walked around the room. The girl didn’t have to be told twice. Ducking quickly out of the room and disappearing around the corner.
“Sweetheart.” Jack offered, climbing out of the bed and slowly backing towards the door as well. You launched another book across the room that landed at his feet, crinkling the pages as it landed. “Let’s talk about this.”
“Get the fuck out.” You ordered once again. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to talk about it. I just want you to get out!”