Something Wicked This Way Comes Chapter 2 :Rememberance

The house stood empty and foreboding, the shattered windows staring out into the street like the empty sockets of a skull. Yellow crime seen tape blocked the entrance in a large X pattern as the door lay inside, torn from its hinges. He looked at the house with an intense hate filled glare. He remembered it well, every chipped brick that covered the lower section of the front, every lily that rested in the garden, everything. He hated this place, his own home. Because of her. She tainted this place where he had once laughed and lived, until she deceived and lied her way into his heart and home.
He tore the crime scene tape from the doorway, his bare feet stepping on the fallen door, who’s only crime was doing its job (as well as being a pain in the ass to install). He looked around the mangled furniture and walls of what once was the living room, shards of the large picture window now lying scattered along the floor. He remembered many parties with friends and family being held in the room, all great and joyful times spent talking and drinking while the radio played the popular songs of artist he didn’t like. He almost smiled at the memories, almost.
He continued through the destroyed building seeing every room was pretty much the same, furniture destroyed as red stains covered nearly everything in sight. The entire house reeked of blood, every room smelled of death and destruction. Any normal person would have emptied the contents of their stomach at the smell but he stood silent, inhaling it with every breath not phased in the least. Any normal human would have at least felt disgusted, but he wasn’t a normal human anymore. Hell he wasn’t even sure if he was still human.
He entered what had once been his place of rest, his sanctuary. The once white sheets on the bed were now stained maroon from the blood that had been allowed to seep in and dry. The mirror above the dresser was smashed, sharp shards lying on the top of the dresser like some kind of twisted decoration. His glare intensified as he looked around the room. He looked at the crumpled sheets remembering the smell as they held him down and tried to drain him of his blood. But he fought back, and oh did he fight!
Their flesh was cold and lifeless but that didn’t stop him from reaching under his pillow and pulling forth his hidden security blanket, a Smith and Wesson combat knife. Very few knew he hid it there, even she didn’t know, but she found out in a very surprising way as he drove it into the heart of one of her companions. He remembered the smelled of the beast’s blood and the sound of his cry in pain stopping as he died. But it was for not, he was drained completely of his life essence, it either disappearing into their eager gullets or onto the sheets of his bed.
‘She will pay, her and her friends. Every single one of them will fall forever into the hellhole she sent me to.’ He thought to himself his hands shaking from the rage.
He tore his mind from the memories. All they did is remind him why he came back, for her. He walked over to his closet and tore open the doors in an enraged huff. He looked around at its contents seeing what he could wear. He smiled at what he found.