Novel & Cerita I Sat With My Anger Long Enough

Hurt was a terrible feeling, leave it t long enough and it starts to change into anger That was the emotion coursing through me right now — anger I stood up and wiped at my eyes before the hot tears could fall. My fist clenched with the realization of what I had to do to make Elion see me, and he would One way or another, I was going to have Elion Fitzpatrick's attention, even if it meant doing something crazy

I sit in anger. What have I done?

Anita pleaded through the ear pod. I clenched my fist as I tried to keep my anger under control. That feeling that i hated the most, gushed over my soul- the feeling of helplessness. It has been long I felt this way and I despise it. I let out a deep breath. "I'll try to ignore them but I don't know how long I'll be able to act this cool. I can't promise you that I won't harm them if they persist." I whispered. "Did you just say something?" One of the goons asked..

All I could feel, was my anger levels increasing by the minute, and I hated it. “We're sorry sir,” one of them apologized. “We tried calling you, but we just couldn't reach you. We did that so many times….” “Just leave.” I cut him off. “Just leave me alone.* Yes, what had happened wasn't any of their faults, but it still didn't change the fact that I was mad. Even though I was furious, I knew deep down it wouldn't be right for me to take it out on them. I kept my eyes trained on them as they walked out of my sight. As they walked and slowly disappeared to wherever they were headed, I found myself trailing after them

Even before they made it clear that they weren't going to stop 'having fun' with the young man who was crying, I already knew that people like them weren't the easiest to reason with. As I stood before them, my sleeves already rolled up, I noticed that anger began to seethe within me like a pressure cooker close to boiling over. But I inhaled deeply, calming myself down. The last thing I wanted was to create a bigger mess while trying to clear up the one these three miserable idiots had caused.

I sigh, my anger still roiling within me. “Truer words,” Frankie says, nodding over to the couch, inviting me to come sit. “Never spoken.” I do as Frankie bids, going to sit next to him on the couch. The three of us are quiet for a long, long time – and even though Frankie puts something on TV, I don’t listen at all. I couldn’t even tell you what it was. Instead, I just sit there and stew, my arms crossed over my chest, getting angrier and angrier as the minutes pass.

I couldn't help but hiss in disgust, the smell was overwhelming. I walked past them and sat in my chair, my gaze fixed and unwavering. Tapping my hand on the chair while shaking my legs impatiently, waiting for them to speak. I searched their faces, looking for any hint of what they were thinking. But all I saw was fury, their eyes burning with rage. I couldn't understand why they were so angry, it was my territory they had invaded, not the other way around. I clenched my fists, trying to quell the rising tide of anger within me. I would not allow them to provoke me, I would not give them the satisfaction. But the longer the silence stretched on, the more difficult it became to keep my emoti

She asked. "Truthfully, I also don't know, but I think she's not as loose as you are," I said. It was enough that she talks about my mate in that manner, I couldn't help it. "You'd forever be a loner, Derrick." She said but that was the last straw for me.. It was the last I could draw in my lungs. Anger can do all things because for what I can remember, I was seated like a tree, not moving. My hands and legs remained unmoving, stagnant but my eyes did.

I said, trying my fucking best to be polite and not explode. I wasn't actually angry, my anger had disappeared since two days past. But, I wasn't looking forward to working with this people anymore. I could have died that day all thanks to them and their negligence, I really could have. And just thinking about it made me really mad. Okay, maybe I was still very much angry at them.

I couldn’t contain the anger I felt of being right all along. "You fucking bastard!"