Kevin rushed around his house. His face was distorted with anger and it seemed possible that steam could smoke out of his ears. He slammed things that were in his way and rushed up the stairs towards a bedroom. A messy looking bedroom, covered with posters of half naked girls, drowning themselves over the sports cars, a bed that had yet to be made since the day it was bought, and clothes scattered the un sanitary carpet. Kevin slammed open Joes bedroom door making it hit the back of the wall, leaving a dent that would probably would go un noticed. He looked around the room for something Joe loved. He found an autographed baseball glove that was signed by a Yankees superstar. He grabbed the glove and ripped it hard. But no matter how strong Kevin was, it was un-destroyable. He ran fast down the stairs and headed for the kitchen; he grabbed the butchers knife and sliced through the mitt. He shredded the glove until it seemed like a fair trade. Something Joe loved was gone, and something Kevin loved was gone. The front door knob slowly wiggled and the door opened, laughter filed Kevins ears as Joe walked in with a blonde by his side. Her Australian accent filled the house. Kevin purposely dropped the knife to draw attention to his angry self The pair looked at the sudden noise and oblivious Joe never noticed his hurt. Oh hey Kev. He bobbed his head to acknowledge his presence and turned back to Renee. Joe. How was your day? Kevin sarcastically said threw gritted teeth. Renee could sense the tension in the house but was too polite to say anything. Uh, fine. How about yours? Joe was confused and looked back at Renee to show hr the expression. Oh, I dont know I mean my girlfriend and I broke up. Kevin started saying, he sounded like he would crack at any moment, and having the butchers knife in front of him, was not in anyway reassuring to the other two teens in the house. Yeah, I heard, sorry bout that dude. No way was Joe going to say that she came to his school and through herself on him. He gulped nervously eyeing the knife. He glanced over and noticed that Renee had seen it too. Sorry, Joe? SORRY!? HOW CAN YOU BE SORRY! YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED DIDNT YOU! AN EASY FUCK! YOUR SO GOD DAMN HORNY ALL THE TIME THAT YOU HAVE TO STEAL MY GIRLFRIEND? Kevin started moving toward Joe, making sure each step was announced. Joe stepped back every time Kevin got closer until he was pinned up against the wall. Kevin inched closer until he got right in Joes face. And I stood up for you through your drug problem, I got you clean, I gave you a roof, I feed you for God sakes, and you thank me by fucking my girlfriend. Your bloody well welcome. Douche bag. Kevin turned around and walked out the door slamming it behind him. Joe stood up against the wall and watched him leave. Renee shocked as well, looked at Joe. What the fuck was that? She said releasing a breath she had been holding in. I dont know. But I think the devil in the red dress does.