Rage, and the power to do something about it. That is how I feel. How could she do this to me? Was it all just about the looks? Did she just want the tall rugby-playing type all along?
“She was always a shallow bitch,” I think to myself.
My fists are clenching as I imagine bashing his face into a pulp. He may be a big guy, but I am sure that what I am feeling right now would make up for the size difference. I have never wanted to hurt somebody so much in my life.
Something hits me in the head. What the…? A bird is lying on the floor next to me, a small sparrow. It seems stunned. I feel sympathy, and shock, looking at its tiny body. It is breathing, but not moving.
When I bend over to pick it up I remember where I am and the rage I was just feeling. It is as if another person was feeling those emotions, I cannot believe that I was capable of those thoughts.
As I stand there blinking, short of breath, I look towards the window and see Leah’s shocked face looking at me. She points toward me while saying something to the rugby player. Confusion, then anger contort his face, and I realise that I am in trouble.
He comes charging out of the front door and I immediately retreat with my hands raised.
“Sorry, I know how this must look,” I say as I stumble backwards.
“How it must look? You, stalking your ex-girlfriend? It looks fucking sick, that’s what!” he exclaims.
Leah is following close behind him but then manages to get in between us.
“Stop, stop!” she shouts, “What are you doing here Phil?”
“I have no idea,” is all I can manage in reply.
To be continued…
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