The mafia hunt.

2|Anger

Nova

Stage 2-Anger

It's a common emotion to feel when you loose something you care or loved. After your reality has completely shifted it's difficult to come to terms with your emotions. There is so much to process that anger may feel like it allows us an emotional outlet.

Because of this anger it keeps us from being vulnerable, almost like my humanity had disappeared. The anger is like a cloak, one that we don't even know we have on, it covers the terror. I need anger to keep myself together because without it I feel like I will break at any moment.

"Good morning, sweetie. Did you have a good rest?" My mother's voice echos through the empty kitchen. 

I glance over my shoulder seeing her in her silk dressing gown. I turn back to my toast having no intention in eating it. "Good morning." I mutter.

"How was your-

"Toast?" I slide over the buttered toast towards her.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast, sweetie." She gushes down at the toast.

I shrug. "It's just toast, nothing like a proper breakfast." I mutter with a roll of my eyes. I'm pretty sure I burnt the toast.

Oh well.

"I was thinking today we can take a walk maybe talk about..." She trails off.

"Actually, I already have plans for today." I cross my arms over myself and face my mothers hopeful face.

"Really? Well, perhaps I can join." I immediately shake my head at the idea. There's no way my mother is coming with me today.

"I dint think that's a good idea. I need to do this alone." I watch as her hope falls off her face and worry swirls through her blue eyes.

"I'm worried about you, Nova. I don't want to see you more hurt then you already are." She shakes her head softly at me with a frown on her lips. I sigh and walk over to her, wrapping one of my arms around her small frame.

"I know, mum. I know." She clutches my hand placing a light kiss on it.

"Good morning." I look over to my head to see Kelly coming into the kitchen my father not far behind her adjusting his cuffs as he walks down the stairs. I have to turn my head away from the action.

I detach myself from my mum. "I was just leaving." I walk past a confused Kelly and ignore my father as he try's to grab my wrist.

I shut the door behind me and climb into the car once I shut the door I take in a large breath, the wind causing a rush of air towards me. I stare emotionally out of the window, the smell of him is so strong it's painful. I let out a shaky breath and try to ignore the smell of him.

It's like he's right here. It hurts so much.

I continue to take slow breaths as I drive. My hands grip the weal so tightly, my knuckles turn paper white. I glance at the silver ring that's on my finger, the metal shining in the sun. When I look up I put everything I'm feeling to the back of my mind and focus on what I came here for.