Yeah, I wanted it, you ignorant shit, [ he hisses, and flings himself upright, head swimming, backhanding the glass so it skids across the carpet spilling whatever's in it. ] And you don't know fuck-all about me or my life.

[ he staggers to his feet even if his head feels like it's going to split, colors bursting around him, the light searing into his eyes. when it settles enough to squint through, he turns, heading to the door to try the handle. ]

Let me outta here or I swear to God I'll strangle you in your sleep.