Alaric

"This is why you never attend political gatherings!" I barked, throwing the paints away in anger.

My foot stomps on the brushes, palette, easel, knife and so many items that the sound of it echoes in the room.

"Alaric! Stop!" He yells pushing me away just to protect these items. I grew more furious and grappled his neck, tossing him away again.

His body bangs on the wall adjacent to me while I let my rage take over.

"You get emotional over it!" I continued fueled in anger, with a swift ...