He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. Without waiting for Ariz's reply, Darren stormed upstairs. Ariz could only follow him with helpless eyes as Darren grabbed his bag and began shoving clothes inside, his movements quick, sharp, and final.
"Listen, Darren, can you just let me explain first?" Ariz pleaded, his voice unsteady.
Darren spun around, anger flashing in his eyes. "Explain what? I was here last week, wasn't I? You told me you were being serious with me. But while you were chasing after me, you were still out having sex with someone else. Do you see how that shows just how unserious you are? I hate that I even let you touch me."
Ariz tried to beg him to stop, but Darren had already zipped up his bag and started for the stairs. Panic surged through Ariz. He rushed ahead, locking the front door and holding the key tightly in his hand.
