A Way Back To You

23| Agony

Definition: Extreme and generally prolonged pain; intense physical or mental suffering.

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Trigger warning: This book deals with mentions and implications of abuse, mainly physical but potentially sexual. While the latter is never descript, reader discretion is still advised.

With Ant. 7:48pm.

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Ant rarely lost his temper. 

However, if ever there were a reason for him to do so, Maddy was almost always involved in the problem that had led to it. Today was no different. Only, today he handled his anger in a far more aggressive manner.

As in, he completely trashed his entire apartment moments after Maddy had left. 

Ant had watched her slam the door shut behind herself, heard her footsteps echo out the hallway, and moment later had let out an agonised scream. Blind anger prompted his next movement, because he needed to feel something other than excruciating pain. 

He reached for his glass and flung it at full pelt at his wall. The glass shattered with a sickening pop, and sent an adrenaline rush into Ant's system. He grunted at the mess he'd made, then reached for whatever else he could get his hands on. 

"I wasn't leading you on or shit, because I'm done. And that's never gonna change."

Her words rung in his head and made him feel physically sick. Ant clenched his jaw. He kicked his couch and retreated into his room to get the golf club that Zelan had gifted him for his birthday last year, and took a hard swing at his television. 

The first cracking sound that filled the silent apartment satisfied him briefly, and Ant repeated the motion, again and again, until the expensive tech was nothing more than a destroyed piece of junk strewn across his living room. 

"I don't want you." 

"I never will." 

"Argh." Ant yelled, frustrated, his heart feeling like a dead weight in his chest as it thumped erratically, and he'd never hated Maddy more than he did right now, because if there was one thing Maddy was good at, it was running from things she didn't want to deal with. As per usual, she'd done exactly the same thing again.

He swung at his cabinet next, the mahogany giving a good fight as he kicked the hell out of it. When it finally gave way to the force of his anger, Ant swung at the dishes on his bench, sending glasses and crockery flying and shattering against the marble tiled floor. Finally, Maddy's words were silent in his mind, and the worst of his anger had eased. 

Unfortunately, he'd trashed his entire apartment in the process. His dining and living room was utterly trashed. There were glass shards and broken shelves, destroyed photo frames and damaged walls. Ant sunk down to sit on his couch and dropped his head in his hands. 

The adrenaline from destruction only lasted so long, leaving him to feel crushed and miserable in it's wake. He felt tears begin to dribble down his chin, and was almost ready to go to sleep and try to forget the whole thing had ever occurred. 

He jolted upright at hearing a knock at his door. For about 3 seconds, he thought it could be Maddy, but his hope was quickly crushed on hearing, "Hey, dumbass, open the door." Coming from Wally.