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from my rage. “He’s not a threat, Jack,” she said in a quivering voice, “There’s nothing he can do. There’s no feelings for him anywhere.” “Then why didn’t you block him if he was bugging you so much?” I demanded, my body shaking as I fought with the anger. Where the hell was it coming from? And why the hell couldn’t I stop myself? I wanted to…she didn’t deserve this, even if she had lied to me. It really wasn’t that big…not really. Why was I so angry? Why couldn’t I stop myself? Why couldn’t I fix this? Why couldn’t I stop things going out of control? Why couldn’t I stop Coach Walburn from shooting himself?! Kayla just shook her head and said, “I don’t know, Jack. I just don’t know.” Why couldn’t I stop him? Why couldn’t I have helped him live another day? I was hyperventilating, my head in my hands with my palms pressing almost painfully into my skull. Anger…rage…sadness…guilt…horror…regret…They all battled in my brain. I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t stop myself from hurting Tara. I couldn’t stop myself from shouting at Kayla. I couldn’t control my feelings. Was it jealousy? Was I jealous of this guy who got to Kayla first? But Craig got to her first and I wasn’t…Yes I was. I couldn’t lie about that. I had been insanely jealous of Craig. Holy shit, what the fuck was wrong with me? I was losing control. I felt like I was on a tiny island in the middle of a vast ocean of sharks, each of them ready to snap me up if I made the slightest move. I felt so helpless. I couldn’t ... stop other people from hurting themselves. I couldn’t stop myself from hurting other people. I couldn’t control my own fucking feelings and right now my brain would not shut the fuck up and give me some fucking piece and quiet, Jack, you motherfucking son of a fucking bitch! Why the fuck couldn’t you stop him from killing himself, you fucking cunt?! Why the fuck are you taking all of this out on the woman you love, you ass-end of a faggoty cock-pump?! You motherfucking pile of ass-raping, cock-sucking, limp-whore-muff cunting lucknutuckingassfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck— I opened my mouth to roar. Had any sound come out, it probably would have woken people in the next neighborhood. I needed to let out everything. It was tearing at my insides like barbed wire being dragged through my intestines. The rage, the regret, the sadness, the jealousy…I needed to let it all out. I opened my mouth, took a deep breath… And nothing. No sound could come out. It all blocked up in my throat and I sat there, mouth agape, face red, unable to let out anything. It was a few very long, very painful minutes before my throat started to clear and strangled breaths were able to come through. My chest heaving and sweat dripped from my head as my body shuddered its way back to something resembling normalcy. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. Part of me wanted to cry. Part of me wanted to shout. Part of me wanted to apologize to Kayla. Part of me wanted to run out the door and just keep running until my ...