She wants you to help her break shit

She looks at you with a serious, contemplative look for a second, then a grin breaks out across her face. "I want you to help me pitch Keith's shit out the window."

"Pardon?" You ask, not expecting that.

"Keith left a bunch of stuff here. It's in my closet. And I want it gone." Melody sighed. "I'm sure you heard me crying in the bathroom. Well, I got it out of my system, and now I am angry as fuck. And I want to throw his junk right out the five stories down to the sidewalks below."

You blink in surprise a few times, then grin and nod. "Hell yeah!"

"I thought you might support that idea." She smiled. "I should have some framed pictures of him in there, and I want to see his face crack when it hits pavement."

"I love it when you get sadistic." You reply. This makes her laugh.

"Then what are we waiting for?" She walks over and opens her closet door while you open up the nearest window. She pulls out a big box with 'Keith' written on it. With a disgusted look on her face, she opens it. The first thing she sees are some CD cases.

"Mix CD's?" You ask.

"Soundtracks to our love, he called them." She sneers. "He probably made them while that bitch was sucking him off." She grabs one of the CD cases and chucks it out the window. It flies through the air for a bit before smashing into the ground and busting apart.

"Nice one." You say.

"Why, thank you." She gives a mock bow. "Your turn, Jack." You nod, grab a CD case, lean out the window, and chuck it downward at the ground at a high velocity. Both the CD and and CD case shatter into multiple pieces upon contact.

"Bullseye!" You exclaim

"Oh, this one is all mine." She said, lifting a picture of the two of them out of the box. They were sitting on a park bench, cuddling. "This was our third date. Right before the first time we fucked." She explains. She carries it over to the window. "Well, guess what, Keith? FUCK YOU!" She exclaims and hucks it at the sidewalk. The glass shatters upon impact and the frame busts apart.

"Are these...darts?" You ask, pulling some sharp objects out.

"A dart board set. It was going to be his Christmas present...WAIT!" She exclaims. "Gimme!" She grabs the darts out of your hand and goes to the window. "Take this!" She screams and chucks one dart down. It strikes picture-Keith's face and sticks into his forehead. "You cheating bastard!" She gets him again, this time in the left eye. "I hate you!" One more throw, and this time it strikes his crotch.

"Damn. Remind me not to piss you off ever again, Annie Oakley. " You say.

"What else we got?" She asks.

"I got this one." You say, lifting up a picture of you and Melody that Keith had jumped into at the last minute. "For ruining a perfectly good picture." You rip the left section of the photo off, erasing him from it. "Much better now, don't you think?"

"I agree." Melody smiles. You lift up the photo of Keith and rip it into lots of small pieces, then throw it out into the rain and wind like confetti.

"That looks like fun!" The redhead exclaims and grabs another picture of Keith, shirtless and posing. She sticks her tongue out in disgust and lifts it up. She tears it into many small scraps and chucks the pieces away. "Heh...what else is in there?"