BOOM!

The box of laundry soap hit the wall loudly, right beside her head. This is the last sound she can remember hearing. She knows there must have been others, looking back at it.

In slow motion, she turned to look at the wall, and then back at him. He had gone off a little way and grabbed the door. He looked like he was trying to rip it from the hinges, and he slammed it open. A hole appeared in the wall where the door knob hit it and he kept railing.

She gathered her things, her clothes, her basket, the soap, and starting walking away from him. He noticed and started walking towards her, gesturing wildly and mouth moving violently. She walked around the middle row of washers, keeping them in between her and him. She got all the way around so she could go out in the hallway and he followed her.

He went to the elevator and pushed the button. The door opened and he got in and looked at her expectantly.

"I am not getting in there with you." she must have said and he let her walk to the stairwell.

She ran up the stairs, scared he would get to the top first and start coming down them towards her. He didn't. He was waiting in the apartment.

Still mouth moving violently, still arms waving, he kept following her around as she picked up some clothes and her toothbrush. She was careful to still keep something between the two of them always, a table, a chair. She went to the door and opened it. He was immediately there, screaming at her. She walked out and he slammed it after her.