Anger Management Classes

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I walked into a grand room that Brendan led me to. He told his mom he could take it from here and she left. Brendan began clearing out some of the drawers of clothes and placing the clothing on the bed. "What are you doing Brendan?, I asked. " Making space for your clothes.", he bluntly replied. " What do you mean?, I blurted out. "Naomi I already told you that you are mine. So you're going to share my room with me.", he stated. "But we just met!", I exclaimed. "So what?, He growled. " So, you're just gonna make me live with you? Brendan, I know you're my mate and all but this is crazy!", I said firmly. Then he threw me onto the bed and said "Naomi, stop playing and give me your bags! You are going to live here and that is that!", he yelled. " But..", I stuttered out. "Naomi shut the hell up and give me your goddamn bags!",he shouted. And with that he grabbed me by the waist, threw me over his shoulder, and grabbed my bags before I could say a word. Then he slammed me back onto the bed and screamed. He needs some anger management classes.

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