Three Word Wednesday CXC: dread grasp pacify
Dustin paced around the apartment, movements growing jerky as minutes ticked by.Â He walked in erratic circles, closer to where she sat, knees pulled up, arms clasped tightly around her legs.
She learned months ago that there was no point in trying to pacify him.Â The rage would run it’s course.
“What do you want me to do?” He grasped the tufts of hair on either side of his head and pulled it.Â “What do you want me to do?”
She dreaded this part.Â She knew it did no good to answer and knowing what was coming she should have been running instead of sitting here ticking off the steps like a shopping list.Â The laughter sat in her belly, shaking her, as she tried to tamp it down, bury it.
“What do you want me to do?”Â He walked faster and knocked the clock off the table as he cruised by, pulling his hair, elbows out like some kind of manic chicken. “See what you made me do?”
He walked toward her and the laughter sitting inside, burst out and she doubled over, tears streaming down her face, holding her sides.Â She laughed so hard she barely felt the first blow.Â After that she didn’t care.