"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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I slam my bedroom door shut and locked it, blocking out the raging music playing downstairs. With the fast growing anger inside of me, I walk into the bathroom.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror, looking at the person I thought was gone but really, he never left.
The moment that just happened with Freya continues playing in my head, increasing my anger as I saw it over and over again.
My teeth is clashing together as my jaw ticks. My hands begin clenching and unclenching themselves from the fist they've balled into.
I knew it.
I fucking knew it!
I saw the signs but I ignored it. What I so desperately tried to avoid is exactly what has happened.
Freya messed me up again. She has messed me up so bad, my other side has unlocked. The side of me I tried to lock away from myself and everyone has been unleashed.
With the incensed anger flowing through me, mixed with the spiraling thoughts, I didn't know when my fist connected with the tiled walls of the bathroom.
I just punched the fucking wall and I can't even feel the pain.
I suck in my teeth, my breathing pace increasing greatly. With one more look at myself, I ripped my costume off my body, throwing the torn pieces on the floor.
It all started with that simple lie of hers. The lie she told so smoothly to Ophelia just before they left. I bet she thought I didn't hear her or even if I did, it wouldn't matter.
Why would it matter? I'm nothing to her.
But it does matter. It matters so much that it hurts so bad, it awakened this side of me.
I bent to the level of the sink, turned on the faucet and drew water to my face. I washed the gel off my hair, before walking out of the bathroom.
After seeing her leave with Ian to God knows where, I didn't waste time in wiping off The Joker's makeup off my face. Daya needed a face for her creative arts class project, so I agreed to do it.
It took everything in me not to destroy Ian's face with my fist right there. He had the audacity to flirt with Freya right in fucking front of me.
Fuck! I'm so pissed!
This is exactly what I tried to avoid.
This anger.
This rage.
It's very hard to control and I know this is the first time I've contained it within myself, not letting it out on someone.
I already know what I need right now. A late night skate to help free my mind or at least ease my anger.
