47: You have feelings for her

DAMIEN

Fuck me!

I stormed into the apartment, my chest heaving with pent-up frustration and anger.

Slamming the door behind me, the sound echoed through the empty space, reverberating off the walls like a thunderclap. The force of it rattled the building down to its very foundation, but I didn’t care.

I needed an outlet for the storm raging inside me.

I need to fucking punch something, throw something! Anything!

With a primal roar, I swept everything off the center table. I was a damn wrecking ball, tearing through the room like a hurricane of fury. Every damn crash and bang was like music to my ears, drowning out the chaos in my head.

I threw used bottles of beer watching it shatter into pieces, but the sound of their destruction did nothing to release me from the turmoil brewing within me.

But no matter how viciously I tore through the room like a fucking whirlwind, hurling objects across the floor with reckless abandon, nothing changed.

If anything, it got worse.

Every crash and