I dashed out of Montag's house knowing that I would never be going back there. How dare he assault me like that, doesn't he know that others have feelings too? I just wanted to go home and be alone so I could cry after that nightmare. Only if it was just a dream. On second thought, the fire station is just down the street, I can make him pay for what he said to me. Montag, a fireman who reads books, an own contradiction to his job, what a great story this will make.
Oh how sweet this will be. Then deep down, I realized how true those words were. I kept trying to walk towards the firehouse but all the thoughts kept flying around like a rouge tornado, flying back and forth between true and false. Am I really alone? No. My 'family' loves me. Why would Montag read that? Maybe he just wanted to hurt me, he saw I was vulnerable and took the shot. How dare him. The thoughts kept racing back in forth and I had no idea what I was doing. I broke out in tears and fell to the ground. C'mon Mrs. Bowles, he hurt you and you need to make him pay. Why are those words so true. Why do I not want to get back at him? My questions kept coming and coming.
The firehouse was so close, I could feel the heat coming off of it, like a safe-haven where I could tell them everything that had just happened. He broke the rules and something needed to be done. I couldn't make up my mind, the door was right there, I wanted to open it but I couldnt. He might of hurt me but I wasn't ready to ruin his life. That had been an eye-opener for me and I realized that he shouldn't be the one to set me into gear, but rather I need to be the one who takes the initiative. I decided to turn around and keep walking. Not knowing where to go.
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