The thumping growing louder in my chest. Da dump, da dump. Da dump.
Like the moment a needle hits the vein, the feeling had taken over me. It was in control and my actions of the situation depended on my full control. It would guide me but not maneuver me.
My mind raced with many emotions all at once but I needed to stay focused on what had to be done.
My instinct took over and I calculated what the outcome should be. You could see it in my eyes. The tone of my voice had changed from a low to that of a rabid animal.
The emotion was raw, like an open wound. It easily surfaced.
I would not let what others had done to me, be repeated with my offspring. Their well being depended on my course of action. I would not stand by and witness it anymore.