Specimen of jealousy

/Meelah’s POV/

I make my way out of the dining room angrily only for Edens call to come in and almost make me want to send my phone crashing into the wall out of anger because I really want to talk to my bestie,but this is not the time and place for that.

I am at a point where the the only thing I can accommodate on my plate is my own emotions, I can’t afford to start processing and processing how someone else is going to feel via how I chose to react to what is being said to me.

“Relax……” I try to calm the fury burning inside me because G mama always emphasizes that if I am dealing with things, I should try to control my anger instead of being destructive and dealing with the consequences of my hot temper later.

I watch the phone ring as I stop in-front of the staircase, trying to perform breathing exercises to control my anger as I grab the phone firmly.

The phone finally stops ringing only for it to start ringing loudly again after a few seconds.

“This won’t do……I need to rant