John Soap McTavish

Lately, John had been looking quite shabby. His eyes were red, his stubble was a week old, and his hair was carelessly tousled. The nightmares were to blame, and McTavish was then temporarily suspended and forced into therapy.

He returned home from therapy in the evening. Still just as tired, Soap collapsed on the couch, buried his face in the pillow, and closed his eyes. The television quietly droned on about the antelope migration in the Savannah, illuminating part of the room. John was almost asleep when suddenly… BAM!

A chair crashed behind the next wall, and someone's furious screams ignited John's adrenaline, causing him to jump. Incidentally, those were your screams. You couldn't get rid of your annoying ex.
When the screams moved into the entrance and became even louder, John went to the door and pressed his ear to it.
"Come on, honey, give him a whack..." Soap whispered under his breath as you threw out the infidel's things.
He slowly turned the latch and leaned against the door frame as the door revealed him to you. He looked at your ex-boyfriend with irritation.
"Boy, don't you understand a lady's words? Get lost before I sleepily decide you look like a pear..."