I always loved to let my anger out. My therapist didn't agree though. She felt like I was almost borderline IED for that matter, for weeks she tested me for it and came up with nothing. Turns out I was just a really pissed off toddler.

Ha! I guess that hasn't really changed much.

Anyways, yes getting back to letting out my anger. I wasn't a brat growing up, most times I was polite and courteous. I knew what my bounds were and when I had stepped over the line. There was one thing though... one thing that boiled my blood and even now makes me want to smash windows.

And it was people who well, to put it bluntly, fucked me over.

Let me give you an example from when I was a child.

There was a boy, I think his name was Jonah. Anyways Jonah was cute, he was adorable with his bright blue eyes and gorgeous blonde curly hair. Every day he would come over to me at lunch and sit next to me, talk and then I would hand him my chocolate pudding cup. He would kiss my cheek then and go off to eat it.

Then one day I followed him, turns out the little asshole was giving MY fucking pudding cup to some little brat with pig tails and dimples! Back then apparently he was giving my heart to her on a silver platter because I had never felt so shitty.

I was livid, even for a little girl who knew nothing of the phrase,"hell hath no fury like a women scorned," was I ready to destroy the little bastard.

Afterwords that entire school day I was quiet and planning, I say at my desk and crushed my Oreo smelling marker in my chubby hand until my fist was pink and my teeth hurt from grinding them.

Even at home I was a mess, Dominic even looking a little confused in my demeanor. My dad constantly sending concerned glances at me when I ripped the head off my brand new barbie Ken and the threw him in the trash.

The next morning though I got up with a smile on my face. I packed my lunch carefully and practically skipped to school with Dom. And at lunch when Jonah came over to get my pudding I handed it to him with a toothy smile, well as toothy as I could look considering my front teeth were missing but you know semantics...

Anyways, I gave it to him and gladly accepted the kiss he gave me on my cheek... and then I followed the little dick.

I followed him all the way towards the little bitch who was holding my chocolate pudding and then dumped the extra chocolate pudding, from my bag, on his beautifully curly hair. I dumped it all over him screaming, yelling at him about why he would do this to me!

And then I pushed him away, grabbing the little home wreckers hands and yanking the other pudding away form her before throwing it all over her face and throwing her onto the ground near him. They cried out loud, tears streaming down their faces until a teacher came over to see what had happened.

And what was I doing? Well I was sitting there with the 3rd pudding I had pulled out eating it, with a bright smile on my face.

Even back then I was a sadistic bitch?

The point to that story was that I didn't do things out of impulse, any time I was extremely angry I would plan. I would plan the whole event through my mind. And then take the whole punishment cause really how bad could I get right?

But apparently now wasn't one of those, it seemed this time I had broken the amount of anger and had just skyrocketed to bitches gonna die.

And by bitches I meant Derek's black Camaro.

"FUCK YOU!" I grunted out, digging the heels of my boots into the hood of the car I stood on top of and smashed the front window with the giant crowbar I had somehow found.

Don't ask how cause even now I was coming up blank. I didn't have a fucking clue how I had even found Derek's car, much less the crowbar.

"YOU NARCISSISTIC JEALOUS ASSHOLE!" I keep screaming, stomping my foot over the hood and continuously smashing ever piece of metal I could. A part of me smiling that we were in the middle of nowhere surrounded by abandoned factories and no one would hear the screams emitting from my body.

How? Just like how? How could he do that to me? How could he choose being the alpha over love? I practically spilled my heart out to him and left myself vulnerable just to have him literally swipe it away.

I opened myself up to him... let him see some of the most personal moments in my life and he just left it all. Fuck him.

When my breath ran out and my arms got tired I stopped, hoping off the hood and picking up the bottle of whiskey I had next to it before downing some of it. Some of the alcohol spilling into my hair.

God I missed being drunk, I missed being an angry drunk cause by now I would have ripped every wire inside the car. I missed that feeling so bad, and right now this isn't enough alcohol.

"FUCK YOU! YOU ARENT EVEN THAT HOT!" I yelled out once more, pretending that car was actually Derek and swinging the crowbar in my hand like a bat before throwing my arms out once more to crack the other windows. I wish it was Derek's face.

"YOU LITTLE BIG SHIT!" I screamed, my arm attempting to go down once until someone forcefully held the other end of the crowbar, stopping my assault.

I turned around and found Scott and Stiles, concern and pity in their eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," I growled out and dropped the crowbar into Scott's hands.

"We have been worried about you," Stiles says," I went looking for you everywhere."

I stared at him," how did you know I would be here?"

"I tried following your scent, but it was like the faster you ran the less I was able to find it," Scott said," and then I thought about where you would go after a break up?"

"And we thought about you being the violent little fireball that you are," Stiles goes on," we went looking for you at the school or even hospital and nowhere. So then Scott just smelled down Derek's car cause I realized that if you were up for anything it was too kick ass. And since you weren't able to kick Derek's why not go for the next best thing available right?"

"And you found the violent, binge drinking idiot just like you thought," I continued.

"You are not stupid," Scott says, placing his arms on my shoulder so I have to look at him directly," violent yes... extremely so."

I give him a small smile," so what now?"

"Now we take you home or to get your car, it's still in the schools parking lot and tomorrow we wake up and try to tackle the next thing," Stiles tells me, throwing his arms over my shoulder," and maybe to get you into the shower. You smell like whiskey."

I shrug my shoulders, "do you guys think we will be okay?"

"Honestly?" Stiles says," no... we are so far from okay I feel like drug addicts probably think they have an easier life then this shit we go through but I do think we will be okay with each other."

"Really?" I ask turning as both of them wait for me to jump into the back of the jeep.

"Trust us," Scott says sincerely," we will be okay. All of us. You're going to be fine. I'll make sure of it. Besides you said we are in this together right?"

I nod, smiling at him," right."

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"Honestly Stiles I'm fine," I mumble into the phone as I pull up to my driveway," I'll probably take a shower right now, change, grab something to eat and then head down to the hospital."

"No! Go to sleep! I'll head down to the hospital if you want! Just go to sleep!"

I scoff into the phone and park the car," yeah okay, no. How about this, we both get some sleep tonight and wake up extra early cause I probably won't get much sleep either way. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Okay," I say, shutting the car off and getting out," well I'll see you tomorrow then. I have to get the smell of dirt and fire out of my hair."

"Please try and sleep! Don't go out Camaro hunting anymore!"

"Goodnight Stiles," I finish saying and end the call.

My finger press against the pad to close the garage before I'm turning the handle to the door and steeping inside the house.

I left a light on? What the fuck?

My shoes gently move against the floors as I enter the kitchen and see the last thing I need right now.

Nothing could have been worse then this.

"Imelda?"

"Charlie?" I gasp out," what the fuck are you doing here?"

Stiles was right, we are far from okay. Well I suppose I should say we are fucked.

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FIN!

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