Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the car, mirroring the storm brewing inside David. He watched the house, his childhood prison, through a blur of water and tears. The developers, with their sleek suits and empty promises, were going to obliterate everything. He felt a tidal wave of something potent, bitter, and sharp rising up within him.

He slammed his fist against the dashboard. The sound was swallowed by the storm. He closed his eyes, remembering the way his sister had screamed in that house. The way his father had broken his mother’s heart. The way his own dreams had been crushed.

He started the engine. The car roared to life, a mechanical beast ready to obey his will. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles bone-white. He would make them pay. He wouldn't allow them to win.