Gemotions

The phone vibrated on the table, displaying the notification. "Richard Garrison sent you a friend request." Michael froze, every muscle in his body stiffening. Richard. The name was a punch to the gut. He'd bullied Michael relentlessly in elementary school, making his life a constant torment. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He pushed back from the table, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. He needed air. He walked to the kitchen, his movements jerky and hurried, and poured himself a glass of water. He drank it in one long gulp, the cold liquid doing little to soothe the fire in his chest.

He stared at the phone. The request was still there. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribs, a frantic rhythm. His hands began to shake uncontrollably. He would destroy him.