The italics stand for her or his thoughts. I will use it in further chapters too. I hope it's clear that way.
Chapter 3: The aftermath part 2
Juliet slammed the car door shut and nearly caught her finger in it because she was so mad she couldn't see clearly.
"Is it possible to see the steam coming out of my nose and ears?" She thought.
She felt it inside of her. The anger and of course the hurt about Shawn's betrayal. She would explode any second or at least it felt that way.
"I have to find a way to blow off steam! Maybe a few minutes with the sandbag?"
That should help. She rammed the keys in the lock of her front door and nearly broke them off while turning them around. Going through the door she throw her bag in the corner, tossed the keys on the dresser and slammed the front door shut as well.
"Not nearly enough." She thought. Well, so it must be the sandbag in the basement. She nearly ripped her jacket apart when she tried to pull it off and throw it roughly in the direction of the coat stand. No time for hanging it up correctly. She sprinted upstairs and into her room to change into her work-out clothes. When she pulled off her blouse she ripped off some buttons and heard them rolling over the floor.
"Well, never mind! I will send him the bill."
She tore her jeans down, stepped out of them, picked them up and threw them on her bed. She stood still for a few seconds, panting. She walked towards her closet, yanked the doors open and pulled out her work-out clothes. She put them on in a hurry and almost lost her balance when she put on her pants. It couldn't go fast enough for her. She must punch the sandbag. Immediately! She ran down the stairs to her hobby room, put on her boxing gloves, turned around to the sandbag and started to skip around it. Then she threw the first punch.
"Take this!"
Then one punch followed the other. The whole time she muttered something under her breath.
"Take this and that! And that! You damn fool. You asshole. I can't believe you did something so dispicable to me. You lied! You damn well know how much I hate lies!"
During the punches she imagined his face in front of her and that it was him she was punching not the sandbag. Normally she was a calm person. There was hardly anything that could make her angry. But now she was furious. And all because of one Shawn Spencer.
"Damn it. Why does it hurt so much?"
She continued punching. Because she couldn't stop herself. It seemed her fists had a life of their own. She punched the sandbag again and again for over an hour. It took her also that long until she realized that she was crying. At first she thought it was her sweat because she was covered in it. From head to toe. Her top was soaking wet as well as her pants. But when she had to stop because she could hardly breathe she noticed that the tears were streaming down her face.
"Damn it Shawn Spencer. Look what you've done to me! I hate you!"
She bent down and put her hands on her knees to catch her breath again. But she didn't stop crying for one second. After her breath was roughly normal again she walked across the room to the wall. She slid down along the wall and put her head on her knees. She didn't know how long she had been crying for. It seemed to be hours. Eventually her crying slowed down and she was able to breathe normally again. She was exhausted. She couldn't form one coherent thought right now. Her nose was clogged and her brain was all messed up. She stood up slowly and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror on the opposite wall.
"Oh my god! Look at you! You look pathetic!"
Her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. Her nose was also swollen and all red around the edges. Her hair was all messed up. Because she should have showered immediately after her work-out. Her hair had a life of its own when she let dry it off on its own.
"Well, O'Hara! You have to pull yourself together and promptly! You will not break down because of a man! You will go to work tomorrow with your head held high."
Nobody would see how she was affected by the fact that Shawn lied to her. Especially not one specific psychic. Or more accurately fake psychic. She couldn't think about that anymore. She stumbled upstairs and took a shower. It was like heaven when the warm water hit her skin and washed away most of her pent up anxiety. It all poured down the drain and left her somehow empty. But she was glad about her current state at the moment. At this rate, she would be able to get some sleep tonight. Maybe. She slipped under her bed cover and curled up in a fetal position. She would think about this mess tomorrow. Tomorrow would be soon enough and then she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Another short chapter. Sorry!
But I thought if I describe Shawn's feelings directly after the revelation I should try to describe Juliet's too. In my opinion my story would miss something if I wouldn't try to show the other side too. Oh and the idea with the sandbag. I think I projected there my own wish. I would really love to have one sometimes. To blow off steam. LOL!
Maybe Shawn and Juliet seems a little OOC in this chapters. But I think they will act differently when Shawn tells her the truth.
Okay the next chapter will be longer I promise. It's almost finished and it's really longer this time.