I almost lost it, I'm not embarrassed to admit. Like, literally almost lost it, feeling my knees go weak, my stomach surge, my whole body tremor as if I'd just experienced a massive Feequake about a million on the Richter scale. This could only go one way and that would end badly for everyone involved. Especially Ryan. Me, well, jail was inevitable and likely, but it would be worth it, just for the satisfaction.
I know I would have found myself in front of Ryan, screaming like a banshee, turning this entire mountainside into an inferno of rage soaked tears and snot if it hadn't been for one absolutely and utterly amazing person I'll be forever grateful to. The only person on this entire planet capable of keeping me from utterly and completely melting down into a frenzy of animal rage bent on destroying the source of my hurt.