Admitting Defeat

Defeated, your shoulders slump and you look away. "Alright, go to the gym then." A wave of bitterness washes through you, and you glare at him. "Go on. Go worship those muscles of yours until you collapse or break something. I don't want anything else to do with it." The bitterness turns to anger. You grab your forbidden sandwich and hurl it at his head, shouting, "All you've ever done is bully me. You preach to me about getting healthy, and then you won't even listen to it yourself. I hate you!!"

Your voice cracks with the strain, and you turn and storm to your room. Once there, you slam the door so hard it nearly breaks the frame, and jump onto your bed. Fortunately, it's been reinforced since your 'little gain'. You know you're being horribly childish, but you don't care. Your sulk feels satisfying.

***

Your eyes jerk open with a start. You must have dropped off. The house seems quiet, so you guess Fred did go to the gym. That rekindles your anger, and you glower into the pillow. Just then, a noise breaks through your olympic sulk.

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