He sits in front of his monitor, the ambient light reflecting off his face the only light in the small room. He shifts heavily, snorting as something catches his attention on the screen.
Lifting his hand, he slowly runs his finger over the scruff on his neck, the sound audible in the silence. He mutters wordlessly as he attacks the keyboard, snarling as he responds to the tweet, his aggression visible in the words he pounds out.
A trail of sweat moistens his vest, and he licks his lips slowly. He reads the thoughts of another and hisses in dismay. He closes his eyes and breathes heavily. Standing unevenly, he thrusts his body into the table, pushing the computer onto the floor.
As he stares at the carnage, he mumbles, and then shrieks "that bitch, that bitch THAT BITCH!"
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Romance*UPDATES WEEKLY* Jessica's tired of her parents' fights, tired of being the last one in the house they consider. Without a college degree, she's taken a waitressing job to pass time. And then she discovers Twitter. Matt hates his life. Working in th...
