~Isadora.
I have always known myself to be hot tempered and I have always done my best to always keep my anger in check, but right now, as I stormed back home, there was nothing I could do to keep the anger coercing through me down. I did not want to keep it down anyway.
I wanted to feel the anger, to see the red and let the anger flow through me so that I can be able to yell out my frustrations without holding myself back. If only I hadn't worked too hard, I would have let it slide but, I could not because I did an enough hard work.
I burst the door open once I got to the house and slammed it behind me immediately while running my eyes through the house in search of my boyfriend.
“That was quite unusual,” he chuckled, peeking at me from that kitchen.
Gritting my teeth, I threw my bag
