She looked around at the place remembering the place. She sighed and threw her bags into a closet. She didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't want to face anyone, especially after she lied to everyone. She walked into her kitchen and realized that she needed to go food shopping. She grabbed her purse and opened the front door. There stood Bradin.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Why haven't you returned my calls?"
"I needed time to myself," she said. She closed the door and went to walk away not wanting to talk to him anymore. She felt him grab her arm.
"I'm not through with you," he said. She pulled away and continued to walk away, "Elie god damn you!" he screamed pinning her against a door.
"Fuck off!" she yelled trying to break free from him. He got so pissed at her and pushed her against the door. "Ah!" she yelled as pain shot through her back.
"Elie," Bradin began, "I am so-"
"Bullshit," she said running away.
Bradin sat in the back of his house not believing what he just did.
"Bradin, what's going on with you?" Jay asked sitting next to the teenage boy.
"I saw Elie and I let my anger get the best of me. I pushed her because she wouldn't talk to me."
"Push?" Jay asked, "As in abusive push?"
Bradin nodded. "God I'm such a bitch!" Bradin yelled. He got up and ran into his room. He locked his doors and began trashing his room and punching his walls. Once he stopped, he let tears fall down his face. He walked up to his dresser, opened it and pulled it out.
That night, Elie was watching television to help her fall asleep. Just as she drifted off, she heard the breaking news music from the news. She opened her eyes.
"Nineteen year old Bradin Westerly is holding himself in his room with a gun threatening to shoot himself."