Personal Narrative-It's Raid With Rage

I WAS RABID WITH RAGE like I’ve never been before, I felt pure chaos run through my veins. When I first saw her sneak off with her shoulders rounded and tense I knew right away she was running away from something. When I saw the bruise on her arm I felt the need to protect her, she’s not mine but something about her made me want to see to it she was safe. And I also knew without a doubt I was going to find this Trevor man and ruin his life. I decided to take her to a restaurant I co-owned with a good friend of mine. She looked stunning sitting next to me in my car, I knew she was hesitant we barely knew one another. I was going to change that very soon. We pulled up to Fusion and I saw her eyes light up in awe “we are
eating here?” she asked sounding incredulous. “I’ve been on the wait list for three months” I smiled at her as Sam pulled the car over and got out to open her door, “thank you so much” she beamed at Sam as she stepped onto the side walk. We walked into fusion passing up the line waiting outside, “Mr. Matthews good evening” one of the hostess’ said to me as we strode passed them. All the servers and waiters gave me curds nots as their eyes checked out my dinner date. I put my hand at the small of her back as I guided us to the table reserved for me only. My reserved spot was in the back corner of the restaurant in the bar area, it was dimly lit and round booth. I let Angelina slide in before me as we sat I heard Lucien, the head chef and co-owner of Fusion speaking to the bartender in French. He seemed to be pissed about something until he saw me in the corner, a small smile tugging at his lips he walks over to us. “Silas, what’s this six nights out of seven” he asked jokingly. “I like the food what can I say,