32: Peace from her

Arnold’s POV

My walk back to my chambers was infuriating and unsettling because of how torn I’d been on how to feel. Was I supposed to be pissed at how my father had spoken to me like a fucking child? Or was I supposed to be uneasy because of the weight of uncovering the rogue killers that’d been placed on my shoulders?

With how incredibly enraged I felt, I’d been alternating between both of their heavy emotions and there was no possible outlet in sight. As soon as I reached the doors of my chambers, I threw them open so angrily that they slammed as though they’d shake the foundation beneath them.

I wanted to take out my frustration one way or the other before it ruined me, I felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at someone or punch something but I knew that it’d only increase my frustration instead of relax me so I thought against succumbing to either of those urges.

Instead, I took a couple of uneven breaths and took a seat on my bed in a bid to calm myself before my anger and un