Personal Narrative: Child Abuse

It’s been 4 months since I’ve talked to Asher, and it’s still awkward every time we see each other. Plus, we have to see each other everyday because we have 2 classes together and most classes in the same building. One of the worst parts of the breakup is that he still has some of my things in his room at his frat house. I have to go there; he still has my books, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy, most of my movies, and a pair of my running shoes. It takes a lot out of me, but, finally, one day after class I go up to Asher and ask him if I can go over to his house and grab my things. “I don’t have any of your things anymore,” he tells me. “Yes you do, I can’t find my books, movies, or shoes, and the last place I saw them was your room,” I respond, getting a little irritated.
Neither of us want to be having this conversation, and we both know it. So it would be best if he just told me when I can come and get my things. Later, I’m back in my dorm room trying to decide what to do, whether I should go over to the house and get my things, or ask him again to bring me my things. Asher’s frat house is having a party this Friday night, so I’ll just go there inconspicuously and get my things myself, because he wants to be a