Anger (short story)

About a year and a half ago I was part of a Writers Bootcamp. I was looking at the homeworks I'd written for it today... In this exercise I was supposed to write up anger.

Here it is:) (warning: slightly strong language!)

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When Emma called me and told where you were and with whom, I thought I was going to kill you…

But later, after a glass of whiskey and few minutes of looking at your 80k Rolex crashed to pieces, I have changed my mind.

I’m not going to kill you. I am going to torture you. It will be slow and painful and you will regret what you’ve done forever.

Now I am driving to confront both of you so you better finish fast.
You’re a coward. You did not have the fucking courage to look straight into my eyes and tell me the truth, but you had the guts to go and fuck her instead. Fuck you very much!

This will be the most expensive sex you’d ever had.

The fifteen minutes you’ll spend under my gunpoint – naked, scared and miserable will bring a smile of satisfaction to my face. 

The humiliation you’ll experience will be the beginning. 

She’ll see your real face. She’ll see what a bloody bastard you are.

Did I say I’ve changed my mind and will not shoot? 

Well, I am not so sure about that. 

I may do that too. 

You’ll have to wait and see...