Gemotions

David felt a sudden heat prickle at the back of his neck. His hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He didn’t know how to act, how to breathe. He’d seen him, his bully from elementary school, on the company’s internal directory. *Therapist*.

The man, now Dr. Evans, had a profile picture of him in a lab coat, smiling confidently. David wanted to rip the computer screen from the wall. He couldn't imagine sitting in his office, discussing his feelings. The thought made him sick.

He slammed his laptop shut, then threw his phone across the room.