EXPECTATIONS – THE MOTHER OF ALL FRUSTRATIONS 2.

“what the heck!” he exclaimed. His once shocked expression turned into stifled laughter.

“You laugh, you die.” She had a serious look on her face. Even she found her situation to be funny.

Seeing her on her knees with her left foot stuck between the railing at the small terrace in the room made him chuckle. No matter how much he thought of it, he wasn’t able to picture in his head, how she ended up in such a state.

“How did this happen?” he leaned on the doors to the terrace with a smirk on his face. The broken vase and the table which she strongly held unto gave him a clue of what happened.

“It doesn’t matter, just help me get my foot out. You have no idea how long I’ve been slamming the table against the door.” she murmured, too drunk to express the burning anger she was feeling inside. All she wanted at that moment was to have a goodnight sleep.

“Why should I help you? I do hold grudges you know.” he knelt down to meet her gaze.