Sunday 9:24am
I ran to the door and opened it. The knocking hand was attached to my very angry faced boyfriend. He pushed the door open and came inside. Before I could get a word in he began shouting at me. So many words were being thrown from his mouth it was hard to fathom them all. That moment was a blur but I vividly remember his bloodshot eyes and alcohol scented breath. He walked out of my house slamming the door behind him making all the picture frames on the wall tremble.
