My mind had been filled with rage, my rational thoughts had faded out as the rage ate through and blinded my sight. As if being operated on, I had turned and left my palm sliding across her face, the resulting sound echoing through the floor, casting a dreadful silence at once. The air seemed to have gone stiff, and breathing became a job. I huffed in and out, trying to steady myself.
My body shook, my sight wavered and the light-headedness faded in and out. Adrenaline. How had I gotten so mad that the hormone sneaked in quietly like a thief, pushing me to fight instead of leaving.
“You…you just hit me,” Carla whispered in disbelief, a hand on the side of her cheek where I had hit her.
She looked dazed, frightened, angry and in shock. My body calmed down gradually and I looked around to
