4 days later
*Jackson*
I pace my office, feeling … I am not really sure, a lot of emotions are fighting for a spot in front … pain, rejection, anger, regret, resentment … just to name a few.
As anger wins out for a moment I stop and with a growl I hammer my fist into the wall three times. Pain takes over, the physical kind, and I almost relish it, at least it empties my head for a moment.
“f*****g b***h”. I curse, immediately feeling bad, because that is not how I see her, not at all to be honest.
There is a knock on my door, and I give a grunt, meant as a ‘yes’.
LZ comes in and looks about to say something, then he stops in his tracks and blink. “Oh I see you read the paper… I better fetch Doc”.
“Why would I need your sister ?” I ignore that I mostly sound like a grumpy bea
