Have you ever felt like you want to explode?
Not literally explode and kill yourself, but explode with anger. That is what I am feeling right now.
I looked at my mother, who was right behind him. "Do you want to tell me what this madness is all about?" I asked with my fist clenched in anger.
"Can you just let me explain? and wait a sec? Can you see who is standing in front of you?" Martha asked with disbelief.
But in actual truth, I couldn't see who it was, but my senses of smell were great.
Or should I say my heightened senses. I remembered the smell he had off him when he entered the room that night.
I shoved past him with anger. I took off my shade making my mother see the wrong that was done to me. Not that it mattered to her but I need to remind her that the man he let into
