Damian
Outside in the underground parking lot, I ponder Bryan’s actions, my head splitting. My insides are on recoil. Boil pulsing throughout my body but in an explosive way- just one wrong move tonight and no telling what I would be capable of. I grimace as a bad taste overpowers my tastebuds and I find myself spitting on the empty side of me as we walk at a steady pace, our footsteps heavy on the concrete flooring.
Meek Bryan is not one I like; I have come to understand in the past few minutes although it is the smart thing at the present time to be. Silent and submissive...his disgusting conduct, mere minutes earlier and no telling what he did in the hours prior, has my stomach in turmoil. I do not understand his behaviour today and even worse tonight. It’s so unlike him. I am the m
