Chapter Twenty Seven

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An agonizing ache in my hand caused my eyes to open. I massaged my temples, my head was painfully pounding. I was in my office I now noticed.  My lazy gaze descending to my stinging left palm as I regretfully recalled the ugly occurrences of the elapsed night. The wound had become dark over hours. "Fuck!" I bellowed. I had hit Britondii.

I used my fists to abuse her.

Last night I had acted like a jealous,crazed cloen.

A damn fool.

A monster. 

I had shifted my rage upon her. I was mad at her for feelings I had not yet confessed. 

I had no reason to be jealous. But I was and I had hit her because of that.

 I envisioned my dad. Or was it just the