Gemotions

The unexpected request ripped through him like a physical blow. A cold wave washed over him, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. He was sitting at his computer, working on a presentation, the deadline looming closer. A notification from the dreaded name. Sarah Bellweather. His childhood nightmare. He quickly scanned the room, as if to find an intruder.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to compose himself. His breath came in shallow, rapid pants. He wanted to scream. He was struck by a memory of the day she had tripped him in the hallway.

He glanced at his computer monitor, the vibrant colors seemed to mock him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He should probably block her. But the curiosity, the morbid fascination, was too strong to resist.