Gemotions

The blood roared in David's ears. He clicked through the photos again and again, as if repetition would somehow change what he was seeing. His childhood bedroom, now a generic guest room, made him clench his fists. He felt the need to destroy something, anything.

He ripped the mouse cord out of his computer, throwing it across the room. It shattered against the wall. He wanted to scream, to howl, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.

The air in the room felt thick, suffocating. He paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. The new owners. He'd find them. He’d… he didn't know what he'd do, but he had to do something.