Michael POV
“ Are you a kid?” the general shouted at my face
Ignore
“ Do you know how many guards are in the med- bay because of your little temper tantrum?”
Apologize
“ I’m sorry general” I said
“ uh!” the general was slightly shook
“ I said I’m sorry your guards are we…” f**k, don’t say weak “ withered because of me”
The general didn’t buy my apology so he led me to the med-bay where lots of injured guards glared at me. I felt like rushing over and beating them all over again.
“ Apologize to them” the general ordered
I hate you and I hope to give you another beating
“ I am sorry for beating you up”
“ Louder” the general screamed in my ear, it vibrated the echoes of his word down to my spine. I felt rage rising up in my form like bile does in the throat. I clenched my fists…
