Gemotions

The weight in his chest was heavy, a dull ache. He knew, he just knew, this was going to be a disaster. Mark felt the familiar anger bubbling, a hot liquid rising in his throat. He’d spent so long trying to escape his parents' suffocating expectations, and here he was, back under their roof. His father's incessant questions about his “future” were the first irritants.

"Just until you get back on your feet," his mother had said. He made sure to leave his dirty laundry on the floor of the hallway, a clear message. He 'accidentally' used up all the hot water during his long showers, knowing his father loved them. He found a half-eaten sandwich in the fridge and left it for them to find.