Chapter 11
I’m out of the room, but still reeling. Rage is pouting at me in disbelief. The boxer skipping rope lies limp on the ground. My Rage stomps off and turns off the Metallica – she is no longer pleased with me.
I’m livid and boiling inside. I take a few steps down the hall, but I can’t suppress that feeling any longer. I swing my leg and kick the wall. Once, twice. I feel a bit better; Rage winks at me.
I hate you Sam! Nothing good comes out of knowing you. Nothing! I kick the wall once more.
I feel the adrenaline fleeing my body like a tide, leaving behind the cold and tired body. I lean my shoulder on the wall, waiting for Tabby.
She catches up with me. She’s not saying a word, not looking at me, taking to the open lift’s doors on the right and I follow her.
I step into a m
