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.
“No I don’t!” I can tell he’s getting mad now, because he is raising his voice.
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
baby. A couple of days later, I’m heading to the party when my nerves start to kick in. I walk into the house and see that the party's already started; I try to make my way to the stairs without looking too suspicious. I successfully make it to the stairs without being seen by anyone I know. I make it to his room and, luckily, the door is unlocked. I make sure no one is in there and go in. His room is neat, but I can’t find my things anywhere.
I searched all over, even in the bathroom, but I can’t find anything. Then I spot the closet; I make my way over and open the door. There, in the very back corner, are all of my things; my shoes and everything. I knew he still had my things, I think to myself; then I hear his bedroom door open. I panic and run into the closet. I can’t see anything, but I hear his voice and a girl’s. He did mention he was seeing someone else, this must be her. My heart is pounding and I’m trying not to breathe too hard. It’s silent until I hear a trumpet and then a familiar tune.
I put my ear to the door, and I recognize the music. They’re playing Mario Kart, they’re actually playing video games at the party. I’d say this is the best way to spend time at a party, when I’m not in my ex’s closet.