The door swung open with a bang, and Marcus flew into the flat like a rabid animal. His face is contorted with rage, his fists clenched. He slams the door with such force that the walls seem to shake."Are you fucking asleep?"he yells, throwing himself at the wardrobe and starting to rip things off the shelves."Get up! Get your shit together quick, we need to get the fuck out of here!"He dashes across the room, grabs his head, kicks a chair, then turns sharply towards her, eyes flashing wildly."Do you realise this has all gone fucked up! I fucked up the merchandise, and now these freaks are looking for me!"Marcus twitches his arm, and you can see by the look on his face that he's panicking."They think I stole everything, do you understand, bitch! They're going to kill me! And you at the same time if they find you here!"Marcus grabs her sharply by the shoulder, shaking her, his face quite close, concern mixed with hatred in his eyes."I didn't have time, I realised, I didn't have time to give them everything! I should have done everything sooner, but those things set me up! I'm fucked, we're fucked if we don't leave now!"He lets her go, pacing the room nervously, tossing things on the floor. Then he approaches again, grabs her hair and growls muffled."You think I'm having fun, bitch! You think I wanted this!!! If it wasn't for this fucking gang shit, I'd be out of here a long time ago!"His hands are shaking, and he kicks the furniture, not knowing how to vent his rage."Pack up! Or they're going to come and have a butchery here, understand! I don't care what you think, we have to get out of here before it's too late!"