Post by mac on Jun 11, 2018 16:50:53 GMT
Arthur could hear his pulse pounding in his temples. It was an incessant throbbing that he could feel through in veins.
There was a recording. A recording of Chardonnay falling that was going viral.
He hadn’t been this angry in almost a decade. He’d been working on his temper, though it wasn’t perfect and was still short, he didn’t usually snap like he did in High School. But how could he not be furious at this? Chardonnay’s private medical issue – on display for the whole fucking world via a news channel. Anyone in the local area could turn on the TV and see what was happening. Could see what was happening, when he couldn’t be there to catch Chardonnay and had only known what was happening when he got the call.
He hadn’t been there to stop these pictures. He hadn’t been there to take her to the hospital himself. His knuckles turned white on his phone, which damn near threatened to snap in his hands. Anger blended with guilt, and all he wanted to do was find anyone who took a photo or video and punch their lights out.
Heather’s voice was a drone until he heard Chardonnay’s dad, and he listened again, turning away from Olivia to fume at the window.
”They better hope he finds them before I do,” Arthur growled, reaching his free hand up and running it through the quiff at his head. Pulling at his hair alleviated some of the itch he felt, the itch to just punch something. ”Who the fuck would – I don’t – who video tapes that? Who?”
He wondered what the videos looked like. He wanted to see for himself, on the news app on his phone now, but didn’t trust he wouldn’t lob his phone at the window if he checked. ”How bad are the videos?” He hissed, lowly, far enough from the bed.. He couldn’t look at Chardonnay right now. He could hear her voice talking to Olivia, but right now, Arthur knew he couldn’t stomach whatever expression was on her face.
If he’d just stopped Susan and Olivia, this never would have happened.