This is bullshit, Tommy thought, crouching under the windowsill. What the hell am I doing here? One second he's on top of the world, running into burning buildings, saving lives, and now….
I'm hiding behind a bush, spying on my ex-wife. How sick can I get?
Tommy knew he shouldn't be there, but what else could he do? Janet wouldn't tell him where she was taking the kids, and he had to find out. They were his kids too, and Jan would just have to accept it the hard way.
"I will hunt you down, I will follow you to the end of the earth if you take my children away from me!" Tommy could feel the veins bulge in his neck and temples, and his face burned with hot blood. His rage blurred his vision and the whiskey made him hotter.
Janet flinched away from him. Her fear satisfied him and emboldened his fury.
Tommy slammed the door behind him, shaking the house, and apparently the entire neighborhood. A wave of hot wrath flowed of him, and the street felt ablaze.
If that bitch wanted to take his kids away from him, she'd get a shit-storm.
Tommy pressed his fingers into his eyes until they hurt the back of his eye sockets. Only when Tommy heard Jan's car start and pull out of the driveway did the memory fade.
He waited until they were out of sight, and came out of his hiding spot. Janet had left the back door unlocked for the movers, and Tommy let himself in. The hole's he'd put in the walls had been fixed, and the broken glass cleaned up. He searched the kitchen for an address or a phone number, and found only his ex-mother-in-law's phone number, with a note to the movers that said, "If you have any problems, call my mother Mary, and she will be able to help you out."
The only woman he knew crazier than Janet was Janet's mother. She hated Tommy from the beginning, and certainly loathed him after the separation. There was no way in hell he was going to call her.
Tommy stalked around the kitchen, opening drawers, cabinets, but nothing. It was all in boxes for the movers. He opened the liquor cabinet. Damn, she threw it away. He'd just have to wait until he got home to drink.
At last he left the kitchen to climb the stairs towards his kids' rooms. He stopped at the top of the stairs when he saw inside his eldest daughter's open bedroom.
The only thing inside was sealed boxes and blank walls.