The Outburst

Xander' POV

Red. Red was all I saw as I walked out of the dining room. I had no idea where I was headed exactly, but at that moment, I didn't care. I was too mad to do so. My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, I knew I was being loud, but to hell with that. Anger nipped at my skin and I felt the urge to punch something. In fact, if I didn't, I wasn't sure I would be able to calm down.

I shook my head as I continued walking. The lights hung up on the wall flickered lightly with each one I passed, almost as if they could sense the bad mood I was in. I even had the urge to break one of them, but I decided against it. Or more specifically, It was already too late to go back because I'd already walked past them and it would make no sense if I went back.