**Charles P.O.V**
The car in front of me suddenly stops and I slam on the brakes. I start beeping the horn.
"THE LIGHTS GREEN DUMB ASS!" I shout out the window. He been driving like a bitch and I feel like beating the shit out of him.
My anger boils inside of me.
"EITHER YOU DRIVE OR IMMA DRIVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!" I hold my hand on the horn.
Emily takes my hand off the horn. "Its OK, babe. We're not in no rush."
Who the hell gave her permission to speak?
I look over at the passenger seat and into her eyes. "You may not have shit to do but I do. I have to meet up with Brandon before-" I press the horn again. "Before Mr. Bowman beats me there."
"And why is that?" She asks, more focused on her own reflection.
I start driving again but only for a minute before the light turns red. My patience vanish and I get out of my car. Slamming the door, I walk towards the car in front of me.
Tapping on the window, I stand there. The guy roll his window down.
"Are you blind or are you just dumb asf?"
"Excuse me?" The old man takes off his shades. "The light is red, son."
"THE DAMN LIGHT WAS GREEN AND YOUR OLD ASS-"
Emily grabs me by my arm and looks at the man. "I'm sorry sir. He's just a little...... Off this morning."
Off? I look at her. I'm off? I'll show yo ass what off looks like.
I storm back to my car and grab my metal bat I keep just for occasions like this. Slamming the door again, I storm in front of his car just as the light was turning green.
Yo ass ain't seen OFF yet.
I swing the bat and breaks his window. Swinging the bat repeatedly, I keep busting windows. The man gets out of his car and I climb on top; breaking in his roof and hood of his car.
"Are you crazy!?" The man shouts. Emily calls for me to get down and I keep going. People starts to get out their cars and watches.
When I'm satisfied, I jump down and look at my work. "It was a piece of shit anyway."
And with that, I make my way back to my car; waiting for anyone to say some shit.
