HAPPENING TOO FAST

“Fuck!” Grey screamed, breathing under his nostrils. He ran his hands over his head as he paused and placed a hand on his waist.

“What the hell is going on? Why are all these things happening to me!” He lamented, and before he knew it, his vision was getting blurred as tears clung to his lashes.

Immediately, he hopped into his car and headed straight to the rehabilitation center. Since the day Cynthia was taken there, he had never bothered stepping his feet there to pay her a visit.

“What the hell is going on?” he rambled inwardly after waiting at the reception for more than thirty...