Come home

The next morning, a firm but steady knock on the door woke Elaine up. Dressed in her pajamas, she opened the door to find Richard standing in front of her. Attempting to slam the door in his face but he was hasty enough to put his right leg in blocking her actions. “Elaine” he said softly. “I don't want to talk to you, I don't ever want to see you again” she replied. “You need to come back home with me” he said. “What?” she asked thinking she must have heard him wrong. How dare he come to her house so early in the morning to demand she go home with him. “I can't have you staying here, you need to stay with me” he made his way into the house without permission. Richard was all dressed up in a white shirt and grey trousers, his tie was a bit messy like he had tried to drag it off forcefulky from his neck. “Are you listening to the trash coming out of your mouth, who the hell do you think you are to tell me to do that? And why the hell would I even listen to you of all people?” she said i