Matthew didn't care about keeping the volume of his voice down, didn't have a thought about restraint and the moment the vampire woman stepped out into the hall with the door shutting behind her, daring to question and feign ignorance, he felt something snap inside of his brain, a resounding tone that crackled against his trembling fist as it connected with the door and he poured out a venomous warning from his mouth, "Don't act coy. Don't you dare pretend like you don't know what this is about." He ground his fist into the door, felt the split of his knuckles but no pain, only the slight dampness of his blood, too enraged to feel anything other than this coiling white hot anger that erupted out from his stomach.
He'd been trying so hard to be good, to turn his life around, to do better and be better, he was keeping his head down, staying out of trouble, trying to not rock the boat, focus on his mental and physical health but why was it that every time he tried to do something for himself the world decided to slap him in the face with something like this. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You left her bleeding out on the floor. She could have fucking died." He was too emotional to remember any of the counseling he'd received through therapy and he didn't want to, he didn't want to calm down, he wanted to seethe and erupt in a volcano of emotions and then fizzle out once he was good and done because all he could think about was the blood that wasn't his caking his fingers and his neck and staining his shirt where her fumbling fingers had touched and the small whimpering sound of her voice when she'd said how scared she was before the ambulance took her away and all of his anger felt justified.
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