CHAPTER FORTY (Feelings Cont...)

I unleashed all the anger, the hatred I harbored inside Buzz. I wanted him to experience how it feels to be hurt. With every punch I gave him, I felt satisfied. When I remember Helen crying face, my arm became stronger and the urge of hitting him more persisted. I watched him wail and I smile, his cries were like a turn-on, it felt like he was laughing. I hate the sound of his voice, the color of his skin, and the mention of his name. I wished him dead and I was ready to send him to that grave. I know his family will want to use this very act as a ground to disqualify me. But I will show them that I am in charge. I have stayed quiet for too long. It has given Buzz more reason to step in my lane.

My annoyance intensified when I remember how hard I have tried to persuade Helen, and his action would made her want to change her mind. Something I could die trying to prevent, something that made me plan to sack the driver that refused to take her to a restaurant of her choice. I pushed the