"Those will never change," he can get all dark and as black as he wants. She is tired of being pushed around she is tired of him not understanding, of making demands but no allowances. "It doesn't matter if I am seventeen or twenty-seven, you'll never change. You'll always be a controlling tyrant," those mismatched eyes don't have the same darkness as his do. They are wet and full of hurt and sadness and such a loss that she can't even understand, just knows and feels with every inch of her. It battles between the fierce anger that surges through her, all impotent and throbbing with the pain of her hand. There is nothing she can do, nothing she can say and suddenly she hates this house. Every fucking inch of fabric, every scrap of wood. This is an evil house, a disgusting, terrifying house and she should burn it down. She should burn it down with everyone in it and wipe the sickness that is them from the face of the earth. She would be doing the whole world a favor if they were to all die and leave no remains.
How easy it would all be. So easy. It wouldn't take very much to knock them out, they'll probably be drunk and Christ knows what after the wedding and they would just go to sleep, such a deep sleep that they might not even wake up with all the smoke and the flames. Oh that would be nice. It wouldn't be bad, it wouldn't be painful, not if they were asleep, the smoke would probably get to them first. Her body shudders with a sort of laugh that isn't even a laugh but more of a wet noise from pain and the tears in her eyes. No, she is too weak, too scared, she is such a little baby, she couldn't do anything right let alone destroying them.
When did they get in the kitchen? What the fuck is he talking about? She sort of comes around for the part of the story where she has to do something horrible. He's mocking her. Even he knows she is weak and stupid and pathetic for pining over him and not knowing her fucking place. Her molars have to be gone by now, all the clenching in her jaw, grinding, wishing there was something other then teeth between them.
A grand gesture. It's the only thing he understands is a grand gesture.
She shakes in the chair and says nothing, thinking, thinking, that delirious, mad thinking that drives people to do horrible, impulsive things. Is Delilah still asleep? She could kill him, this is the kitchen, what other place in the house has enough implements to hurt someone with? Her eyes move around the kitchen slowly and she presses her wet and snotty lips together before cleaning them with the back of her hand. "I should go to the doctor because of my hand." Get out of the house, get away, get away from everyone, the darkness and the sickness.
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Date: 2013-01-09 03:20 am (UTC)How easy it would all be. So easy. It wouldn't take very much to knock them out, they'll probably be drunk and Christ knows what after the wedding and they would just go to sleep, such a deep sleep that they might not even wake up with all the smoke and the flames. Oh that would be nice. It wouldn't be bad, it wouldn't be painful, not if they were asleep, the smoke would probably get to them first. Her body shudders with a sort of laugh that isn't even a laugh but more of a wet noise from pain and the tears in her eyes. No, she is too weak, too scared, she is such a little baby, she couldn't do anything right let alone destroying them.
When did they get in the kitchen? What the fuck is he talking about? She sort of comes around for the part of the story where she has to do something horrible. He's mocking her. Even he knows she is weak and stupid and pathetic for pining over him and not knowing her fucking place. Her molars have to be gone by now, all the clenching in her jaw, grinding, wishing there was something other then teeth between them.
A grand gesture. It's the only thing he understands is a grand gesture.
She shakes in the chair and says nothing, thinking, thinking, that delirious, mad thinking that drives people to do horrible, impulsive things. Is Delilah still asleep? She could kill him, this is the kitchen, what other place in the house has enough implements to hurt someone with? Her eyes move around the kitchen slowly and she presses her wet and snotty lips together before cleaning them with the back of her hand. "I should go to the doctor because of my hand." Get out of the house, get away, get away from everyone, the darkness and the sickness.