Felicity
"O-Owen? What are you doing here?" I say stuttering. He starts yelling "NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???" I responded calmly "I uh, I've been working here for almost 4 years" "I TOLD YOU I NEVER WANTED TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" said Owen. This is my workplace, so I know I need to act professionally, but his stupidity annoyed me. "YOU'RE THE ONE THAT SHOWED UP HERE!! WHY AREN'T YOU IN TEXAS???" I said, yelling. "THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT! DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW MUCH YOUR FATHER HURT ME?!?! I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU!!!" said Owen.
I can see the enmity pouring from his eyes. My voice turned soft, I could feel his pain. "Owen, I know you're hurt, but you can't take your anger out on me, not anymore. I can't help what my father did!" I said to try and calm him down, but instead, it fueled him more. It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. "YOUR FATHER KILLED MY DAD!! THE CAR WRECK WAS HIS FAULT, EVERYTHING WAS!!" He starts crying uncontrollably, tears gushing out like a fire hydrant.
My therapist instinct kicks in, so I try comforting him. I placed my hand upon his shaking shoulder, but he pushed it away. He was persistent in saying he was fine, but it was crystal clear that he wasn't. "Every time I look at you it reminds me of that night, the phone call from the hospital, crying on his deathbed, the funeral, EVERYTHING! You got to keep your dad! Mines gone! Why couldn't anybody save him??" Said Owen. I observed that after he started talking about how he really felt he calmed down a little.