ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟 {𝕂𝕃𝔸ℕℂ𝔼}

Anger

"What are you doing?"

Your voice shook me to my core as I turned around to face you. Your eyes seemed to burn with hatred and malice, like little flames trying to consume everything in their way. It scared me. I tried to keep my voice as firm as possible.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean!"

"Uhh..."

"You're messing with my boyfriend's mind!"

"What the fuck are you on about? I've never even spoken to the guy!"

I have never heard myself sound so angry without it being petty or sarcastic. It scared me more than I thought it would.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"No, I really don't!"

"Stop acting petty, Lance! I need you cut the act and listen to me! Stop messing with people's minds and emotions."

Rich of you to say something like that, Keith...

"Look, I don't know what the fuck you are talking about or what you thought I did but I didn't do anything. Now, leave me alone."

"I SHOULD BE SAYING THAT TO YOU! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!"

I don't know why I was so angry at that moment. Actually, I do know. I know exactly why and I think that makes me even madder. I hate myself for knowing why I do the horrible things that I do.

"I'm ruining your life?! YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT GIVING ME THE TIME OF DAY OR EXPLAINING WHY AND I HAD TO DEAL WITH YOUR SIDEWAY GLANCES AND YOUR PETTY BULLSHIT BECAUSE FUCKING HELL, I MISS YOU! JUST PISS OFF!"

I don't remember leaving but I remember the look on his face. The horrible, shock-stained look on his face. The look that he realized he'd done something unforgivable.

I relished in the memory that night for as long as I could.