Anger was boiling in me to the point where I was sure that I would explode.
I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands.
My freaking heart was still threatening to jump out of my chest.
I marched across the room to... too... to strangle him... to hit him... to do something...
As I was walking, he looked down at his hands as he laid down the regalia he was holding on the bed. The laughter on his face died down completely and changed into the same scallow he had at the celebration.
Before I knew it, he was no longer sitting on the bed, but I was.
"What..."
"Shut up and sit down before you fall."
I think... no I am sure this is the first time someone told me to shut up in my life. The same anger that was replaced with shock for a moment, returned.
"Remember who you are talking to, y
