Gemotions

He was clenching and unclenching his fists, the action completely unconscious. Paul leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the laptop screen. His son, Max, the same boy who was failing math, was apparently an expert gamer, and was now making money off it.

He felt his neck muscles tighten. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them. So, that's what he'd been doing all these hours. This explained the grades, the withdrawn behavior, the late nights.

He pushed away from the wall, the sudden movement nearly causing him to stumble. The urge to lash out, to punish, was overpowering. He felt a surge of fury, a burning sensation in his chest. But he restrained himself, took another deep breath, and began to pace.