Cheater

55. Derek

Rage floods my system while I stare at the rumpled bed where she told me just what she thinks of me. After what might be a long time of staring, of feeling more than I want to feel, I realize I’m flexing my right index finger over and over. It’s not her I want to hurt, but I can’t seem to stop flexing. My heart is beating too fast. Blood pumping too hard.

I need to leave.