Things are going brilliantly for me...The story involves me, my GF and her ex. My girlfriend's ex is an arsehole. My GF did nothing wrong to him and still he keeps spreading pointless rumours of her around the town and shouting crap at her and stuff.
Today in school we decided that my GF should come over. She did and we had fun together. Was looking like a nice day. Then it was time for her to leave. As I'm a gentleman (lol), I decided to walk along with her. Thank God I did...
We were walking down a dark-ish alley and we suddenly see headlights. The car drives past. We keep going. Suddenly, we hear a car approaching from behind and some shouting. It was the same car, her ex is hanging out of the car's window and shouting all kinds of crap at us, mostly aimed at her. I would not give a single flying fudgebucket if it was aimed at me but most, if not all of it was aimed at my GF. The car disappears into the darkness and she starts crying. She explains how he's been like that for a long time already. She told me that he's driving her insane. He won't stop bullying her at school and now he won't leave her alone even when school's over. She wants to move away because of him. I tried cheering her up but the situation wasn't exactly happy.
As I was walking back home alone, uncontrollable rage filled me. I had all kinds of visions of me beating the living sheep out of the guy. A moment later I realized that there was something running down my hand. I was holding my hands in fists so hard that my fingernail had sunken into my skin, making a bleeding cut. Even though I do have temper, I have never been this angry before and it's scaring me. I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself if I see him shouting bad things at her again...
I should consider myself somewhat lucky because I was there, walking with her. I can only imagine how it could have gone if I wasn't there to support her. Now I need to get some sleep (if I can, I feel like crap).