"Argh! Fuck you!" Cerys picked up the pillow and hurled it at the wall, the soft thud doing nothing to less the storm raging inside her.
Her fingers clenched against the bed sheets. "Who does he think he is to boss me around?"
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, "Oh, you are my pet, come to daddy." She mimicked with a scrunched up nose. Rolling her eyes as she groaned once more.
"Fucking narcissist".
The room seemed to close in around her, the air charged with unspoken emotions.
She felt like she was drowning in her own feelings, her chest tight with pent-up frustration. Her fists clenched and unclenched, as if trying to release the turmoil that had been building inside her for days.
Every breath was a struggle, as if the air was electric.
