Six Years Inside His Head — The Bedroom Threat

Fine. I'm leaving. I turn and walk away. Behind me, a wineglass shatters against the marble floor. Stop!

You think the Valence family is some place you can just walk in and out of? My indifference seems to push him over the edge. His roar echoes through the vast hall. Lillen, if you dare walk out that door, I'll have Camilla in our bed tonight!

Just turn around and tell me you still care. Marcelo, you make me sick. I decorated this room myself. When we first got married, every painting, every curtain, every little detail was chosen by me.

But now he was willing to let another woman into the one room he once swore belonged only to me. Take it. I don't need it anymore. Lillian, wait! I... Don't go! Lillian, please, turn around!

Just say you're jealous. just come and take my hand and i'll kick her out right now the mattress is on the softer i hope miss camilla finds it comfortable i say without turning back my voice cutting through the silence oh thank you dawn i close my eyes shutting out the noise shutting out marcello's

desperate thoughts and push open the heavy doors the cold of the new york winter night