Bachelor

Rage

W: I'm sorry but we have to let you go.

I choked up in anger, this can't be happening again. Barely holding myself to the seat, I stuttered out.

Ren: M-May I ask why?

W: It was due to your...features.

I could tell she was scared, as I rose from the chair. I chuckled softly placing my hands on the desk.

W: Miss Powell?-

Ren: Don't Powell me!

I yell slamming my hand on the desk. Throwing her stuff off the desk, she crawled away from me.

W: Please, be reasonable!

She chuckled nervously as I cracked my knuckles.

Ren: That's what the other 6 said.

Her smile faded as she read the hostility in my eyes. Deep down I know their right, so I take out my weakness on them. It's just a calming mechanism.

Troy: Ren!

Knocking me out my thoughts, her blood spilled on my shirt as I punched her down one last time.

Troy: Look at me.

Ren: So you can gloat?

Troy: I want my sister back.

I shook my head as I turned around.

Ren: You don't want me.

He placed his phone on the table, before slowly pulling off his jacket.

Troy: I know your angry-

Ren: Oh do you?!

Kicking the lady into the wall, I kicked her face in.

Troy: Enough!

He pulled my left arm back, as I punched him with my right.

Troy: Stop! I already called the police!

Waving my hand, his jaw has always tough. Tackling him down, rage clouded my judgement.

Troy: Ok.

He caught my hand before punching my stomach, knocking the breath out of me. His hits were like mountains, as I squirmed away into a kneel.

Troy: If this is what you want.

Kicking me down, I held my stomach and coughed while he directed the police in.

P: Put your hands in the air!

Raising them, another handcuffed and pulled me up.

P: You have the right to remain silent.

I toned out his speech glaring at my brother, the righteous Troy. He always was the favorite, be like your brother they said.

What a load of bull crap.

***
J: You are hereby sentenced to life in prison, for the murder of Jessica Waldron.

As he hit the hammer I'm not sure I heard that right.

Ren: Murder?

J: May god have mercy on your soul.

It took a second for it to kick in, but before I started to struggle Troy said.

Troy: You've done enough.

My gaze fell straight, as the prison bars closed behind me.