RAGE.

The house was a total mess. It was scattered almost beyond repair; vases were broken, an overturned lamp lay on the floor, its shade askew, and the bulb shattered. The artworks that were hung on her wall were all on the floor, either torn or broken. As she and Julie made their way further into the house, broken glasses scrunched under her feet. Her fashion magazines were strewn haphazardly across the couch cushions, some crumpled beyond recognition. Megan paused and took a look around her whole house. Her former treasure. How could Brandon do this to her? Her television did not go free, it was broken with something that seemed like a baseball bat.

"Oh gosh." She fell to the sofa in a crumpled heap. "I can't believe this." Megan whimpered.

"Me neither," Julie whispered. "What is the point of doing all of this? He could have just come and taken what he wanted instead of destroying the whole place. It was simply not necessary. Do you have an idea of how he got into your house?" She ask