I stomp out the room, but zigzag towards the bathroom, because I don't want Ms. Mathews seeing me storm out of their house. Ugh! Why does he always do this?? Why can't he just think rationally for once in his life. I am actually almost this close to punching the bathroom wall tile.
"Breathe, breathe. Jesus, just breathe! God, why is this so hard for me? Why can't I just do what Mr. Gunnies said and talk with him through this??" I strangle between my teeth as I grip the rim of the sink. I look myself in the mirror with a frown, recognizing my eyebrows furrowed and my face red with frustration.
He probably really didn't mean to hurt me... but why can't I come to terms with that? Its almost like I want to be mad instead of just talking with him...
Or maybe I just need some time
