I woke up, feeling pain all over my body, as I opened my eyes I could see my legs stumbled upon one another, i stood up my hands , shoulders and neck were sore, i was not able to even think properly, all I knew was I overdid pull-ups and my body couldn't handle it.

I checked my phone, three missed calls, two spams and one from a local loan centre, then i checked my messages, nope nothing new, I threw my phone in disgust, I wore my t shirt, and walked to the kitchen, I took out the milk carton and drank it all in one gulp.

Why did it have to be this way, why, did I lose her today, I thought remembering what I said to her, my frustration even became intense, but I couldn't help it now, everything in my head was loud and everything seemed cliche.

I sat on my bed and thought for a moment, what is happening with me? Why is everything getting out of my hand, i destroyed my upper body, so workout is a no go for few days, Stacy wouldn't talk to me and even if she does she will try to hide her anger and sadness, I am fucked up in every aspect.

The sound of my phone's notification caught my attention in the quiet room.

It was an unknown number:

1:You need to do something about your anger, angel.

Me:Who's this?

1: you can't win a situation if you can't think clearly

Me: who's this?!

1: here this is the no. of the closet anger management rehab:xxxxxxxx

Before I could type again, the stranger blocked me,

I went on the local checker app but the number was spoofed, weird I thought. I was about to block and delete the number but then I saw the rehab number.

I tapped on it anyway

At first I hesitated to call the anger management rehab, then I remembered Stacy's face.

I called immediately,

*"This is rehab? What can we provide you sir?"

"Are there any anger management classes?"

"Yes sure, sir, at what time would you like to attend the classes?"

"Any time after 4 pm works fine"

"Sir after 4 there are two sections, the first one is immature and the second one is mature, in which do you fit in?"

"Ma'am I am 21,"

"No sir I think you got me wrong, the mature section are for those who has experience in these types of rehabs related to same or other issues and vice versa is true for immature"

"Oh I would like to go for immature section then"

"Okay thank you sir, please visit the rehab tomorrow at 5pm" she said and ended the call

Talking to her felt like talking to a computer.

*Bzz

It was Stacy

"Hey" I said

"Hey" she said

"Sorry for today"

"It's fine"

"Really?"

"To be honest no Drake, it felt bad"

"I am sorry Stacy i couldn't control"

"Drake why does it feel, whenever I am with you things get tensed"

"What?"

"Drake, I am sorry to say, but I am really feeling tense these days after meeting you, the fight with Jason and today, it feels.." she was angry and sad

"I get it" I was now babbling things

"Take care Drake, i just called because I was worried," she ended the call

It was understood, but if I tell what I really felt was, not guilt, neither despair, it was anger again. The person who claims to love me isn't even trying to help me, isn't it supposed to be our problem? Well the answer is no, she isn't responsible for my problems. I have to deal with them on my own, but at that time it felt bad at least she could have somehow been a part of it. She completely left me alone and ignored it. I just felt that I got another one who is attached to me but I can't tell her what I feel because she won't understand. We all have people in our lives that won't change even if we get hurt because they have been there for so long that even if we get hurt it's nothing new to them they know that we won't leave them. It's an assurance.

Well if i sum up it in short,

Stacy gave up on me.

Without even hoping or rooting for me, was I so undeserving of her?

And to accelerate I started going to the rehab. And there i met someone,

He was different, his laws and regulations varied from mine, even from most of the people. He was perfect example of the rebel.

"Okay people, first of all congratulations" the instructor was an old guy nearly in his 50s, with a French moustache and silver hairs

"For what?" The rebel asked,

"For realising that you guys have some issues " the instructor said somewhat dazzled by his question

"So you are saying we should congratulate ourselves because we have an issue? It's like a doctor saying ;'congrats son you have realised you have cancer and you only have 4 years of life;'!" His eyes were red

And woah I was shocked, the anger issues, they seemed scary from a view of a normal person, of course I had them too, but I never realised I was this scary,

"Okay son, calm down this is the thing we have to work on" the instructor almost putting his hand on his perfectly rounded belly

"Whatever"

After some of the rules and regulations, the rehab started to feel like a lecture i regretted my life choices,

"Regretting your life choices right?" His voice came tearing the silent noise

"Haha yeah" i reciprocated giving an awkward smile

"What got you here?" The rebel has confidence,

"Idk anger?"

"Rage" he said correcting me

Who does he think he is?

"Yeah" i controlled a bit

"Okay!" The instructor yelled

"He is loud" the rebel said

"Yeah"

"Guys these are some equipments take one set each person"

The equipment was a sponge ball, a fist cloth and a survey form

"Haha are you joking and you call this equipment?" He said making a joke

"Sir we our trying to teach here how little things can be avoided to reduce anger" the instructor said

"Did your wife avoid your dick?"

Okay he was the perfect example of what we call a traumatised angry guy

Everyone laughed (including me)

"Sir please mind your tongue"

He ignored him and started to look around

lessons by the instructor were like if you get angry you have to squeeze the ball as hard as you can, and if it doesn't help wear the first cloth and punch the wall,

It was all bullshit i thought, who would care about fist cloth if he is angry and all he sees is a goddamn wall in front of him

After the session ended we gave our survey form to the hot girl on the reception,
Okay judge me for calling another girl hot while being in a relationship but then also let me be bare honest

"This is mine " he said

"Ooh you forgot your surname sir"

"You can fill it"

"I don't know you sir" she said confused

"Guess it, it starts from D"

"Sir please fill it" she smiled but still didn't show it

"Comeon give me a break"

"Sir you only gave me a D"

"Not yet but I will" wait this flirting line sounded familiar

She smiled

"What's your name?"

"It's Cuzy"

"Let's grab coffee sometime Cuzy, where do you live I will pick you up"

At first she hesitated a bit, but then saw him in his eyes, he didn't even blinked

"Sure, 19th Street, near the shopping Mart, pick me at 7?"

He was good at flirting too, didn't realise dating was this easy,

When I got outside of the building, I saw him messing with the instructor's car

He was breaking the headlights and fucking up the tires,

And as my usual trait

"Hey stop what the fuck are you doing?!" I shouted at him

He took a while and glanced at me,

" Hey we met inside?" He said giggling

"Shut Up what are you doing?!"

"Huh you got a problem with that," he said somewhat pissed

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