My mum... I hate that woman so much

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Wayne closed the door to his room with a clenched jaw, his eyes hardened as he sat on the bed.

He felt suffocated, he needed a place to vent out what he was feeling.

The veins on his hands pulsed as he paced around the room endlessly.

*Bam*

*Bam…*

Those were the sounds of Wayne hitting the wall. He didn't plan to stop as he continually punched the wall.

Even though years passed Wayne felt the same hurt he felt all those years ago.

His eyes were bloodshot, he seemed to have lost his mind at that moment.

"Hah!" Kaylar gasped as she walked into the room and met the scene of Wayne hitting the wall.

"What do you think you're doing?" she ran towards his distraction and blocked the wall with her body.

Kaylar was startled by his expression, she's never seen this side of Wayne before.

"Ahh!" Wayne groaned in dissatisfaction as he halted his fist midway.

He stopped his hand in time to avoid hitting Kaylar.

"What are you doing to yourself? Take a look at your hand"

Wayne's attent