"I never want to see your face again!" Billy screamed.
"Why, so you can wreck the house and start over? Don't get fresh with me!" Margret, Billy's wife,replied, with an equally harsh tone, and slammed the door behind her.
Billy looked at the destruction of the house, or what was left of it, and grunted to himself.
"Sometimes I wonder why I even chose to marry that woman in the first place" Billy muttered under his breath.
Storming back into his study, he took another piece of furniture, one of the only left standing, and flung it across the room, smashing it into a family portrait of him with his wife and parents.
And with one final bellow he shouted at the top of his lungs into the emptiness of his house, and slammed the study room door behind.
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Tales of Plight
Short StorySome people have the worst of days, others have the best. Whatever it may be, this 'Tales of' series is here to relate to all of it. - Joel Chue :)
