Gemotions

The sunlight was too bright, reflecting off the polished chrome of the gate that secured Mr. Henderson’s sprawling estate. A wave of bitterness washed over me as I watched him step out of his luxury SUV, a phone glued to his ear. I wanted to scream.

He always acted so aloof, so superior. He’d occasionally offer a curt nod, a patronizing smile. He'd never acknowledge the disparity between his life and mine. The difference was too much to ignore.

My fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. It was all so irritating, like a constant, quiet hum. The way he strolled around as if he owned the world. I felt a coldness spread through me.