“Hello!" He only said five letters to me but it made anger boil deep in my system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction- his destruction. I knew that the pressure of this raging sea of anger would force me to utter things that I did not have the courage to say before or to express thoughts I've suppressed for years.
“You okay there, buttercup?" He teasingly asked, his tone was playful and flirtatious as he placed a hand on my shoulder. I immediately took a step backward, gently shrugging his hand off my shoulder to not cause a scene. I clenched my teeth as I balled my hands into tight fists. I hated how he did these things just to spite me. Why does he have to always have to ruin everything?
“Kevin--" It was then it hit me. I only realized it now when I saw that con
