All Because Of Him

thirty seven.

   "Mason what the fuck are you doing to your room!?" Jessica yells as she blew open the door to Mason's bedroom. I can feel the anger radiating from her body as she took in the complete and utter mess that was inside. I stood there in shock, my eyes scanning the room. There were glass shards scattered all over from the broken mirror where his dresser laid before he knocked it onto the floor, the wooden drawers hanging out inches above the hardwood floors. His broken floor lamp lay beside the mess in pieces.

Mason had barely broken anything and still the room looked like a crime scene. I force myself to look up from the mess to find Mason pacing back and forth in the room. He was angry, I could tell by the way his hands were shaking as he repeatedly slid them through his messy hair.

"My room?" He laughed mockingly, throwing his head back to take another sip of the Jack Daniels that was gripped tightly in his hand.

"You think I wanted any of this?" He throws his arm out beside him and looks all around the room. "You think for a second that I actually give a shit? That I actually give a fuck about this."

He knocked the lamp off his nightstand with such an angry force the glass shattered in an instant.

"Or this." He said and flung the half filled bottle against the wall in front of him. I jumped slightly at every violent impact.

He looked like a completely different person, his eyes were nothing but black. His muscles grew tense as he cracked his knuckles, his blood boiling with every second that went by.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Jessica yelled, storming into his room and pushing him forcefully, her hands pounding against his chest.

He took both his hands and wrapped them around her wrists, his eyes narrowed as he clenched his teeth together.

"As far as I'm concerned, everyone in this fucking town can go to hell." He said, eyes never leaving hers. He dropped her wrists, and walked out of the room, never even looking at me.

My head follows his, thinking he might turn around and say something but he doesn't. He simply walks down the stairs, and slams the back door behind him on his way out.

"I can't deal with this." Jessica said, throwing her hands up as a sign of defeat. "I can't deal with him. Not right now. Come on, let's go." She said, walking towards me.

"I think I'm actually going to stay." I say, surprising the both of us.

I know Mason is angry, and I'm sure I'm the last person he wants to home alone with. But for some reason I think leaving right now will only make him feel worse.

I've never had violence in my house, so I've never been in a situation like this. But I have felt so angry before where all I wanted to do was yell, scream, and destroy everything in my path.

When my father died, and my mother left I shut out almost everyone. I lost more relationships than I can count. I know how it feels to be so angry with the world that all you want to do is shut down.

"Elle, Mason's clearly unstable. You shouldn't be alone in the house with him." Jessica says, eyes filled with concern.

"He won't hurt me." I blurt out. Although Mason and I don't have the best relationship, this is the one thing I know is true when it comes to him. I know he seems to frighten everyone else, but not me.

Jessica thinks about this for a moment before speaking up.

"If something happens, you'll call me?" I nod my head to assure her and she lets out a sigh.