Gemotions

The sun seemed to glare with extra intensity. This was a nightmare. This whole situation filled his chest with a cold fury. Ethan felt his muscles tense. He knew exactly which buttons to press. He knew his parents’ deepest insecurities. He felt a sharp, almost exquisite pleasure at the thought of their discomfort.

He found his mother's favourite reading chair and 'forgot' to move it from the living room. He 'accidentally' left the TV on all night, even though he knew his father needed a good night's sleep. He feigned deafness when they spoke, answering questions with vague nods and shrugs. He savored the way their faces fell, the frustration simmering beneath their polite smiles.