"Are YOU trying to tell me that MY parents died without even knowing their true daughter was dead this whole time?"
He simply kept his mouth closed shut this time, his silence being enough of an answer for Rick.
"FUUUCK!" He roared, swinging his arm towards the ceramic vase sitting on the small table beside the couch and I watched it fly and crash against the wall, shattering into million pieces, the sound making me flinch.
A forceful wave of wrath was soon released upon the entire house as he stormed outside the office, everything shattering into pieces in his path as he kept cursing and kicking at everything in his way.
I quickly followed, wiping the half-dried tears off my cheeks with the back of my hand, running after him as I tried to catch up and at least comfort him.
"Ricky, wait!"
I grasped his arm, momentarily stopping him in his tracks, intending to just wrap my arms around him but the moment he turned around, my heart stopped for a second.