Courtney's vein protrudes from her temple like a ripe pimple threatening to burst. She contorts and relaxes her face as she puffs repeatedly. She folds her palms tightly, not bothered by the sharpness of her nails digging into her palm.
Suddenly, she screams, livid, and drags the sheets from her bed and flings it to the corner of the room. She dives on the bed and pummels it, shouting profanities into the pillow. Her heart races as her blood pressure rises.
“f**k!” She yells in anger and collapses on the bed. Why now!? Why did that stupid man have to come back? She sits up and leans on her thigh.
Her head whips to her room door as it opens and Daxton walks in. Her anger rises while she glares intensely at him.
“What's wrong?” Daxton closes the door slightly and walks toward her in hast
