I have never been able to control my temper; it is just one of those things that Clayton Jackson cannot do. Now, I find myself furious and pissed off. Yet Isabella has no idea, and I am not giving her one either.
So much to her irritation, I ignore her very questions and rise to my feet, and head for the door.
I hear her snap after me, "Where are you going?"
"I have something I need to sort out."
And with that I find myself highly annoyed, and with great difficulty in the car.
It seems that some people cannot do their work, so I am the one left that needs to clean up their mess…
Once and for all!
Now I can not go and kill the man, yet I am going to convince him rather persistently that he needs to take serious what I say.
