Page 22 of Retribution

I sit, and I think.

I think about everything. The moment I met her, our first date, first kiss, first time, Willow, our wedding.

My eyes drift to a picture on my desk. My heart pulls and the tears start to arise. I grab the picture and launch it towards the wall, the overwhelming sensation of guilt overpowers me.

“Argh!” I cry out.

All I can see is her face.

The face that once lit up every part of me, now haunts me.

I lash out and throw things.

This feeling needs to stop, the feeling that I’ve fucked up big-time, something needs to get it to stop. Being in public, only makes it worse.

My body is pushed to the floor as I’m pinned down, but I can’t see by who.

I don’t even bother to resist.

“Everyone, out now!” A male voice bellows.

After what feels like hours, the tension in my body begins to subside. I look up to see a face that only makes my pain and guilt boil into anger.

“Harrison.” I grit through my teeth.

Here he is in all his glory, eating up the satisfaction of seeing me like this.

“Reed,” he responds, climbing off me.

He offers a hand to help me up, which I gladly decline. I hop up independently, looking around at my once pristine office.

Papers and glass lie everywhere, artwork hangs off the walls.

I place my fist in my mouth and bite down, hard. Seeing it all only makes this all seem, so much more real.

“Reed, look I–”

“No, no. Not now. Not ever. Leave.” I point to the door.

That’s when I notice the audience. As soon as I look over, they try to make themselves appear busy.

I didn’t get to where I am from being gullible.

Scrambling together my papers and my laptop, I slide them into my briefcase whilst his eyes burn into the back of me.

He makes no attempt to leave.

“Harrison, if you don’t leave this building immediately, I’ll string you out by your neck myself.”

I instantly stop packing my stuff and turn towards the stubborn bastard. He makes eye contact with me, his face melting before me.

“It’s Allie, isn’t it?”

Even just her name made me spiral. I grab my desk to steady myself. I can’t do this. This is too much. I need to leave.

“I’m so sorry, Reed. Please just–”

The sound of his voice boils me to my core. Gripping the scruff of his collar, I throw him against the wall behind him.

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