Chapter 23: Anger

I stormed out of the duplex with grief and another stinging feeling - anger.

What am I angry at? Why am I even angry?

His reaction to the discovery of my crazy love was understandable. After all, he was my father's best friend, and he was far older than me.

But I couldn't help but still feel this way.

Angry at him for rejecting me.

Angry at myself for being so careless. Maybe I forgot to lock the door to my room or misplaced my diary somewhere around the house and that's how he found it.

I held back the tears in my eyes and ran out of the premises. I hailed a cab and slumped into the passenger's seat, trying to calm down the daunting emotions clouding me, but it was difficult to compose myself.

Another tear escaped my eyes again, but I quickly wiped it off, burying the pain underneath me, and yet it continued to surface.

To distract myself, I dipped my hand into my purse and took out my phone to call Helen.

The time was eight fifty, the birthday party would be startin