Ethan's POV
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get out of there. I got into my car with Emily and drove home, my mind reeling from the events of the night. It had been worse than I could have imagined, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home and forget about the whole thing.
I sped down the road, my anger boiling over. I didn't care about the rules of the road or the consequences of my actions. I just wanted to get home and be alone with my thoughts. I was fuming, and I could feel my pulse racing.
All I wanted to do was smash something against the wall, to release my anger and frustration. I knew it was an irrational thought, but I couldn't help it. I felt like I was losing control, and I was scared of what I might do.
