I didn’t scream. I didn't bang on the door. I walked into the bathroom—steam everywhere—and just sat on the vanity stool. I waited.
“Can I at least dry off first?”
She turned to face me, the water still running, creating a misty atmosphere that seemed to surround us. She smiled, a sly smile that made me want to lash out. "Oh, I think we've been talking enough, don't you?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. cornering my homewrecking roomie in the shower exclusive
I didn't knock. I didn't wait. I pulled back the curtain while the steam was still thick. I didn’t scream