Gemotions

“Fine,” he growled under his breath, reading the results on his phone. “Just fine.” He slammed the phone down on the desk, the sound echoing in the empty room. This all seemed so absurd. He’d always felt a certain distance from his parents, but attributed it to teenage angst. Turns out it was more than that. He was now a stranger in his own family.

He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it. The air in the room felt thick, stale. He wanted to shout, to punch something, but he knew he couldn’t. He just needed to be alone.

He grabbed his keys and jacket and headed for the door, the click of the lock a sharp, decisive sound. He was getting out of here.