Anger. I see everything red, shooting at the head of anyone who appears in front of me. They put their fucking hands on her, my enemy but my girl, damn it. I walk the halls of the shed, searching for the strands of hair that have been my secret ruin for the past two months. I see a door and shoot the latch, entering the room and seeing you lying on the floor, hurt. I run to you and take you in my arms.

"You're coming with me." I say quietly, hoarsely.