The blood pounded in my ears. My heart thudded in my chest. I had to get away. I couldn't stay near that woman any longer. I couldn't even look at her.
There was too much pain. My hatred and anger only increased when I looked at her. I had to go.
I turned the key in the ignition, took a long, slow deep breath, then rounded the corner out of sight. I was out of sight and she could not come near me. That was all that mattered.
I clutched the steering wheel, my hands wrapped so tightly around it that my nails dug into my palms. Breathing was hard. Really hard. As if I'd just run a marathon.
My hands shook. Tears blurred my vision and I cried harder, my chest growing tight as bile rose in my throat.
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