The Love of the Racer
People with IED

"Slow down the road." Jeaven uttered as she offset Jesslyn's swift move out of the restaurant.

Jesslyn's face was still blushing if she remembered the incident a moment ago. As he continued to reject Jeaven's invitation to eat, the situation dragged him into a pit of shame. Though he wants to be selling expensive but his stomach even sounded until too late. He longed to knock the heads of the worms in his stomach with a hammer.

This kind of shameful incident was already the second time. Jesslyn is not in power. Jeaven is supported by the universe. Even the fetus in the stomach seems to side with its biological father.

Huh! He feels cheated by the world!

And worse Jesslyn's tongue can not avoid all the delicious dishes that are on the table. All the food that Jeaven ordered was very evocative of salivary fluid. The man seemed to know very well what his taste was.

And strangely, after the hunger was treated Jesslyn suddenly regained consciousness. Realize that his behavior is unnatural. Especially in front of Jeaven who had been patiently controlling him.

Fuck up!

He wants to keep the image but even gatot, failed miserably. He should have taken care of the prestige but instead got out of control and regretted. Huah! It was eager to shout out protest to the sky brutally. But he is still a reasonable man, it is impossible to act beyond normal limits.

Huh! Piss off!

"Hm." Jesslyn responds only briefly, using non-verbal language in the form of bee humming and glances at a glance.

Jeaven knew Jesslyn was secretly cursing herself out of embarrassment. But he did not deny that the woman's reaction seemed funny, stimulating his desire to clog.

Adorable tofu! But wait wait wait wait, have to hold first. Jeaven had to be patient until it was her turn to Anu.

"Do you want me to hold it again?" Jeaven's offer was immediately rewarded by Jesslyn's sharp delicacy.

"No way."

"Eat him a slow path."

"Hm."

"We're going home."

"Yes" Jesslyn replied as she took a step further. Walking too long turned out to make his legs ache.

"I'm a fat man." Know that the idol began to fatigue Jeaven again offers something that is certainly blessed rejection again.

"What'an anyway! 'I told you I didn't want to!" Jesslyn. Jeaven seemed to be smelling a smile because he was again feeling anxious.

She's so sweet. I'd be crazy if I didn't immediately****have it.

Arriving at the apartment ....

Not to be tired of walking away. Not even a good mood to bind the heart. Jesslyn has to grieve back, because Monica and Bryan are now. While Jeaven chose not to talk and chose to observe.

"Jess, we'll talk to you for a second, okay?" Persuade Monica with high hopes that her best friend is still willing to open her ears for explanation.

"I'm lazy." Still frustrated, Jesslyn answered curiously, walking past Monica and Bryan just like that.

"Yeah! If you don't want to hear my explanation, it means our friendship is breaking up!" Monica who is not a patient is immediately ignited emotions.

Jesslyn's swing stopped. His body turned around followed by a look of hate. More like hate yourself. Monica's simple threat is intimidating. Until inevitably he had to set aside prestige.

With a sullen face, Jesslyn walked back and passed Monica, then took a sitting position on the sofa. Folded both hands in front of the chest.

"I'm waiting for an explanation from you."

A feeling of relief immediately printed clearly on the look on Monica and Bryan's face. At least Jesslyn was still willing to give space a chance to explain.

All the occupants of the room were sitting opposite each other. Bryan is the one who is taking turns taking roles. It took a while for him to prepare his courage.

"I used to have an IED. However, it struck me that I had made a terrible mistake with Monica and started visiting a psychotherapist to get treatment."

Jesslyn looked surprised, not believing that Bryan's friend had such a history of mental illness. While Jeaven and Monica seem not surprised because they already know.

*IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder) is a disorder in which a person has a failure to control their anger and has urges to act violently. When there is a problem, even a small problem, his anger can explode.

Pranks!

"Yeah! Are you crazy?!"

A sreek!

Pranks!

"Apa! Just kill me! Kill it!"

"You are a useless wife! Just a burden on my life!"

"Then divorce me!"

"Don't dream!"

Plaque!

"Ahk! Bastard guy! How dare you slap me!"

Inside the room a young man once again had to hear and witness the infighting of his parents. Gritting his teeth indicates a blaze of anger burning the chest cavity. Hands clenched firmly, eyes reddened, the roar of breath rose and fell as if ready to devour whatever was before the eyes.

He is Bryan who has looked neat and prepared to attend the graduation party. The shadow of Jesslyn's figure also continued to ring in the imagination. However, not yet out of the house to get pleasure, he had to be faced again with a situation of contention. A dispute between his parents which has become a daily food.

Brak!

Bryan was stunned when his father opened the door of his room with a single rude slam. At that time he must prepare himself to be a place of flaring anger.

That's Bryan's life. When the emotions of his parents rub against each other he will become a victim. His mentality was made to shake every time he received violence. To have an impact on temperament that is centered on anger.

"Here you son of a bitch!"

Plaque!

Plaque!

Two slaps landed freely on both of Bryan's cheeks. He did not resist, but his sharp eyes were full of hatred.

It was as if there was no more respect for the man called father. There is precisely a desire to kill so that torture is no longer shackled.

And most sadly, at a time like this the mother is acting blind and deaf. The woman chose to go for her own safety. Maybe even if his son dies he won't care.

The family that was supposed to be a shelter turned out to be just a hotbed of wrathful disaster. The house that looks like a palace is actually no better than hell.

"Fuckhead! You should have just died! A trashy father like you better go to hell!" Bryan finally fought back because he could not stand it anymore. Driven by the father's large body to fall on the floor.

Bugs! Bugs! Bugs!

An unmitigated fist strike shot powerfully into his father's face.

"Max ...!"

He even grabbed a baseball bat to serve as a weapon. But the urgency is done and the passing by carrying a blaze of emotions in the chest.

"Name! Fucking kid! You dare to fight me! Go and don't come back!"

The wheels of the car sped up at high speed splitting the city streets. The darkness of the night sky seemed incomparable to the feeling of Bryan who was now dark in the eyes. The heart syrup is violently disrupting the soul.

"Nrrr!" Bryan was furious, followed by a hand hitting the steering wheel. He needs a place of emotional distraction now. Nah! The truth is he needs someone as a place of impingement.

"Jesslyn, I need him now."

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