Make It All Make Sense | Shefani

16

¤ Destruction ¤

Sunday, 12:00pm.

Wearily, I entered, trying to remind myself to breathe again.

Picture frames were smashed on the floor; some of my cushions looked like they had been sliced open with a knife; my vase of flowers on the table was smashed and the flowers torn apart. I could sense Adam following me silently into the kitchen where the mess was even worse. The room resembled exactly how it was left after one of his rages and beatings on me and it would be my responsibility to restore it back to what it was.

Glasses were shattered at my feet, the sound of glass crunching as I stepped around, luckily still in my shoes. With my heart pounding in my ears being the only sound besides the glass, I turned back around to face the living room. The damaged appeared worse as I took it in completely this time. The television was left untouched surprisingly, but everything on the mantle of the fireplace was knocked off. My eyes trailed down to the mementos and trinkets now dusting the floor. A bitter laugh left my mouth as I caught the shimmer of one memento that was now shattered into pieces. That was a gift from my brother for my fortieth birthday and it had meant more than just being an odd gift.

Following the mess from where I was in the open concept living space, I saw the guest room on the first floor was untouched, but not upstairs where stuffing landed like little clouds on the steps.

I looked at Adam's shocked eyes, about to remark that it was probably an angry fan taking Gavin's side when I remembered something. Maybe it was a good thing that I had told Christina all that and caused these memories to resurface.

The room filled with the sound of glass crunching again as I stomped my way to the front door. Inspecting the lock, I noticed it was in perfect shape. I was right then. It was the exact person I thought it was.

I cursed under my breath, my anxiety spiking at the thought of him having been in here less than two hours ago. I wanted to scream from the frustration of never being able to be free from him, but I held it in. Adam was still here and I would rather not have him see me breakdown completely.

Despite me hiding it, he could tell I was close to my breaking point, carefully speaking, "Gwen?"

I hated how his voice cut the silence in the air and bounced off the walls, hitting me in the chest.

My voice shook as I spoke, the shakiness being echoed back to me strangely, "the lock is perfectly fine which means that no one broke in. It means I forgot to get that spare key back from that idiot."

"It was him?" He questioned, not knowing the full extent of how bad our relationship was. At this point, Christina was the one who knew the most.

"Yeah, had to be. Don't know why, though," I walked straight passed him, heading up the stairs. He was the kind of person to leave evidence that it was him. He would want me to know that he's still in control of me.

I kicked the fluff balls out of the way, watching them float down through the open stairs to land softly on the first floor. I heard Adam shift awkwardly in place downstairs, but he wasn't following me. It was probably best he wasn't. I had no idea what would be left for me in my bedroom.

At the doorway, it was already scary to see what I was seeing. Everything was a mess and thrown all over the floor. I stepped in, afraid to go too fast as I began to get lightheaded. Some of my drawers were opened and clothes were pouring out, torn and destroyed. The curtains on my window were sliced through. The same was done to my bedsheets and blankets, but on my bed lay the cowboy hat that Blake gave me, in perfect condition, with a note underneath it.