writing_shadows

Warning: Swears

A chair turned to splinters and shards as jhonny slammed it full force into a door frame with both hands, his teeth clenched so tightly together that if he hadn't been so supernaturally tough, they might have shattered at the pressure. "Fucking bitch!" He roared as wood collided with wood and flew apart, bouncing off of the carpetted floor like a rimshot to the punchline that was his night. He tossed the back of the chair, which had survived the collision only due to Jhonny's grip on it through a window, the sound of fragile cracking doing nothing to soothe his anger as the window exploded outwards. "Fucking... Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!"
He stomped out to the kitchen and sat down on one of the expensive chairs he'd bought for the occasion. He'd emptied a couple of antique shops out of their victorian looking stock especially, and had even re-wallpapered the bits of the house he'd had prepared. Now, his house was full of old, useless shite and the thought of it turned his empty stomach from rage. He'd even found her some victorian stuff that would have cost a lot of money if he'd have paid for it. It was even her size! "Ungrateful fucking bitch." He muttered to himself. "I'll fucking show you what its like to be shot down. I'll fucking ruin you."
A knock at the door spoiled his nice, incandescant rage and after punching the dining table to establish dominance he stood up to answer. Almost wrenching the door off its hinges, he growled a threatening "What?!". Nancy's deep emerald eyes widened and she took an unthinking step back, trying to swallow down a suprised yelp and managing to make it just a squeak. Jhonny's mind ran through social interactions that would be appropriate for this moment quickly while she regained her composure. Apologise? Stay Angry? Be grateful she was at least dependable? He grabbed her by the lapels of her coat with one hand, and dragged her into the house with a growl, slamming the door shut behind her.