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BOY MANIAC

Chapter 9

I stormed into my room, huffing and puffing loudly. My chest heaving like I had run a hundred metre race. Glaring at the neatly arrange bed in front of me. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I dashed at it unable to keep my cool I unleashed several punches on it; tossing the beddings around; transferring my anger on the bed until I had had my fill. Tired of punching I sat on the dishevelled bed. Musing about the whole incidents of the day: the one at my daddy's room; the one at the sitting room and the anger I had exerted on the poor innocent beddings. The pool of my thoughts was filled to the brim. Why am I angry? Why did I hit Wole's hand aside? Why did I manifest like that before storming out? Why didn't I listen to my head voice when it told me to keep my cool? Why do I end up doing things I don't want to do? Like cackling fiendishly in my Papa's room, grinning at my mom when I knew it would offend her; grinning but deep down I wanted t

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