Chapter Fifty Seven

Change of Plans:

James crunched the piece of note paper in his hand. His body shaking as anger coursed through him. The note paper burning a hole in his hand. He clenched his jaw trying to control himself. He squeezed his fist tighter and tighter. His first instinct was to rip the paper in shreds. He needed the paper though. His next was to put his fist through the wall. The urge won. James fist went slamming into his bedroom wall. He didn't even feel the drywall as it buckled and broke. His hand crashed through it effortlessly. He felt his knuckles crunch as it hit something past the drywall. The wood splints from the support beam scraping against his skin. His knuckles split and bleeding. He didn't feel any of it, his adrenaline so high that not one ounce of pain came through. All he felt was rage. Pulling his fist out of the wall he looked at the paper.

Stonewall had been leading him on. They were not backing him. Coward bastards. It infuriated him that so many were so afraid of