Gemotions

The silence in the room was almost as painful as the verdict. Ben’s jaw was locked, his muscles taut with tension. He felt a prickling heat crawling up his neck and across his face. He desperately wanted to lash out, to scream, to destroy something.

He scanned the coach’s face, searching for any sign of genuine remorse. He found none. The man seemed utterly unaffected. Ben wanted to grab him by the collar, to shake him until something registered in those vacant eyes.

He stood, his legs heavy, and moved towards the door. Each step was a struggle. The world blurred around the edges. He needed to be alone. He needed to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the office and the false smiles.