When I got home last night I got cleaned up and went to see Rachel, set her feminine products on the table and told her not to flush them. “I know that!! Jeeze!” She snarled. I let her know I was going to start dinner, going over what I had planned and asked how she liked her steak cooked. This time I got some reasonable response at least. “Fine.” for the dinner, and “I don’t care.” about the meat. When I asked about wine or a wine cooler she said “Wine.” I brought her a keg cup with a good serving, telling her that it would be about an hour until dinner. She just took the cup and stared at the t.v. I smoked a little weed and drank a little rum and Mt. Dew prepping our meal thinking that maybe she would eat well for a change. When I entered her room with her plate and the bottle of her wine I was instantly surprised and disbelieving. Then I was completely pissed off. The room was trashed like a small twister had come through. I hadn’t heard a thing since the room is sound proof, but s*** did she go to town!! Rachel was curled up in the corner of the kitchenette against the cupboards and a wall for the bathroom. She looked up through a rats nest of hair with a tear streaked face and wailed into a hard cry. I could not believe the damage as I looked around. The table flipped over. One chair tossed towards the sitting area, the other in the kitchen sink that was running. Several of the upper cupboard doors pulled off, others split or broken. One sticking out of the broken and twisted door of the under cabinet microwave. Toilet paper for days. Her bed stripped and tossed around. Some lower cabinet doors were also broken, hanging crooked and even ripped or kicked off. The flat screen had half a door panel through it and it looked like she had beaten it and the dresser it was on to death. Tampons, mini pads and food littered the floor everywhere. Kitchen drawers were pulled out emptied and smashed. Her glass of wine had made an impressive stain on one wall. Couch overturned, the cushions torn open like her sheets and pillows. She was crying more gently as I took her dinner out and put it beside my waiting plate on a desk in the finished basement room. I turned off both the bathroom taps after the kitchens. The shower curtain was ruined, I didn’t see the rod for it. The tank top for the toilet busted in 3 pieces. The seat twisted to almost being detached. There was blood. I went to the front and noticed more blood around. What looked like a lot, but it usually does anyway.
