Yo, don't let me come there and lash you. You better get out of the washroom and go make breakfast.

Make breakfast, really!? Doesn't he have maids here? That was what he said, right? Anyway, I'm not going to make any fucking breakfast, I'm going home now! I angrily stormed out of the washroom, ready to pack and leave this miserable abuser of a boyfriend.

"You know what, Kelvin? "

No I don't, unless you tell me - He retorted while relaxing on the bed with his full attention on his damn phone.

Well I'm breaking up with you! I
can no longer keep up with the abuse so I'm leaving you for good.  Whatever we have going on is fucking over!

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