Haunting-Adeline

the rest of his clothes are s ll thrown haphazardly in my hallway.
He storms out of my room, snatching up ar cles of clothing as he goes.
When he gets about halfway down the long hallway, he stops and turns to
me.
“You’re such a bitch, Addie. All you do is give me blue balls and I’m sick
of it. I’m done with you and this creepy fucking house,” he seethes,
poin ng a finger at me.
“And you’re an asshole. Get the fuck out of my house, Greyson.” His eyes
widen with shock first, and then narrow into thin slits, brimming with fury.
He turns, cocks his arm back and sends his fist flying into the drywall.
A gasp is ripped from my throat when half of his arm disappears, my
mouth par ng in both shock and disbelief.
“Since I’m not ge ng yours, thought I’d create my own hole to get into
tonight. Fix that, bitch,” he spits. S ll spor ng only one sock and an arm full
of clothes, he storms off.
“You dick!” I rage, stomping towards the large hole in my wall he just
created.
The front door slams a minute later from below.
I hope the mysterious person is s ll out there. Let the asshole get
murdered wearing a single sock.