Chapter 133: Don’t Come Back
The whole thing with Derek had affected Emily more than she had initially thought. When she had first come home, she had been able to get the fact that she was angry but what she had not anticipated was how long that anger would last. As it turned out, the anger was the long lasting type.
Every single time she thought that it was handled. The anger seemed to find something else to reignite it and then she was off again. Feeling like a volcano ready to explode at any moment.
After spending a few minutes shadow boxing, she had collapsed onto the couch, thinking that her anger was now under control. But then she had thought back to Derek and the self-assured way in which he had asked her to sleep with him, and her rage had come back full force. She had ended up on the carpet, her legs up as she kicked the air. Trying to get the rage out of her.
It had worked for a little while, but then the next thing she knew, she had been in the bathroom and she had thought of how angry he had made her. Of how shocked he had looked when she had slapped him, like he was surprised that she had reacted in that manner when insulted. She had nearly punched the mirror, settling instead for standing with her forehead against it, her fists balled. Her entire body shaking as she tried to get herself under control.
And that was pretty much how her day went. Her anger ebbing and flowing, popping up when she least expected it. And it came everywhere no matter where she was, or what she was doing.
At the stove cracking eggs. The next thing she knew, she had egg yolk all over her because she had crushed the egg shell with her fist instead of breaking it into the pan.
In the bathroom brushing her teeth, then having to bend over and wipe the paste off the floor because she had squeezed the tube too hard.
In the living room watching TV, and having to force herself to put the remote down as it groaned, her grip applying too much pressure on the device.
Even things as simple as eating ice cream had turned into a way for her to vent. The poor snack repeatedly stabbed with a spoon as Emily tried to work out her rage.