Long after we left Hunter, my anger stayed with me. It reached its peak in high school when I sent a kid to the hospital. He had to get stitches after I wouldn’t stop driving his face into a nearby car fender during our fight in the parking lot. I saw the look on the other kids’ faces as they watched me pummel my classmate. It was the same look on my friends’ faces at my birthday party when they saw Hunter whip me with a belt. I knew in that moment I’d gone too far. I saw the damage I was doing. I’d become Hunter. I was the aggressor. Years after Hunter was out of my life, this anger remained.
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