Lake:
I couldn't see myself, but I could tell that my eyes had turned bloodshot red. I could feel the burning flames of my rage scorch my eyelids, I could taste bile at the tip of my tongue, already smell the blood that would have oozed out of his nose if I could dive my rolled fist into his face, and bury it deep down into his skull in such a way that he would never recover enough to speak such demeaning words about Jojo. I wanted to watch him fly to the other end of the room as I kicked him so hard, I wanted to get rid of the audacity he carried on his shoulder, and the smile on his face.
My mother must have noticed. She took a firm stance in front of me, I knew she was blocking me from his path, she knew what I wanted to do the most. She also seemed to know that I had no words for h
