"I went." And then she cried out louder. My eyes never left Ethan who seemed to flinch. Whatever he saw or had seen in her apartment had played some part in him snapping. He had screamed his head off, from what Anthony had informed me, but it seemed that he had gotten his control back even though he was a bit uncomfortable with the situation.
"I went and when I entered, I saw that the front door was unlocked. I walked straight in. You- you should have seen what he had turned the place into. It was like he had opened a brothel inside the apartment. I saw lingerie of different sizes, bottle lying around everywhere... there was broken glass as well... and blood. I-" and she proceeded to cry. "Please..." she whimpered. "Don't make me do this!" she screamed in frustration as she tore at her hair.
