Creative Writing: Hitting Mccarter

Back in the privacy of their dorm room, Booker could no longer contain his anger, and his voice exploded in the still, silent room. “Damn it, Hanson, what the FUCK were you thinking? Hitting McCarter is NOT going to help us with our case, especially when he gave you a pass ‘cause of your injuries. He’s probably as suspicious as hell now! You could have blown our cover!”

Angry at himself for losing his temper with McCarter, Tom took his frustration out on Booker. “I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID IT!” he yelled back, his hands gesturing wildly in front of him. “HE PISSED ME OFF, OKAY? I’M TIRED OF HIM PICKING ON HAROLD, I’M TIRED OF BEING IN PAIN AND I’M FUCKING TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR SICK OBSESSION WITH ME!”

The cruel words cut through Booker’s heart as effectively as a knife, but his pain quickly transformed into a blinding anger and raising his hand, he struck Tom across the face with a resounding slap. …show more content…
When Booker took a step toward him, he anticipated a second attack, and he staggered backward, his fists raised in readiness. But he misjudged his retreat and the backs of his legs collided with his bed, sending him toppling back onto the mattress. Pain flared in his side, but he ignored it and clutching his ribs, he scrambled off the bed and confronted Booker, his face now a mask of fury. “What the fuck is your