Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
What have I just done?
When I was driving here, maneuvering my way around the traffic in Avondale, I made sure to tell myself to handle whatever I was going to face like a man. I calmed myself down and drove here as fast as I could, making sure to follow all driving protocols the law set.
I reached the gate and parked my car, made sure I'd locked it before coming inside. I was doing fine. I was being a fucking adult just fine until I heard Mary screaming Iris' name and the mixed sound of something hitting a wall and something breaking.
Immediately opening the door, the horror I saw was enough to make me scrunch my face. The house that was orderly and modern yesterday was now but a battle scene.
The glass was everywhere, the TV was in shambles on the floor, some flower pots were broken, and so was the coffee table. But that was the least of the horror.