Tears sprang from her eyes, tracking down her face.
I couldn’t relax. Not now. Not now the itchy panic had multiplied in size and dribbled into my belly as well as my throat.I flinched as Elder leaned toward me.
I gasped as he narrowed his eyes.Talk to me. Tell me what you’re dealing with.Stampeding tears blurred the world, making him dance and jig.
Okay, if you’re determined not to talk, what do you need? I’ve given you food and clothing. I’ve given you a bed and peace. What more do you fucking want from me?His roar hacked through my whirlpool of hysteria, dragging me back from the suffocating clouds.
Pointing at my quaking body, he snarled, You’re acting as if this is a torture session. It’s not. It’s just dinner. Remember those? When people talk over food and answer questions when asked? Fuck, Pim. Stop looking at me as if I’m him. I’m not fucking him. Got it?!
My gaze turned sniper sharp. Contorted snowflakes filled the holes left by my panic attack.‘Mum, you’ll cut yourself,’ said Toby softly kneeling down with Marianne and gently pulling her hands away. Laura helplessly between her brother and mother, her father pacing up and down, red in the face.
Martin started kicking at the wall. Marianne screamed at him to stop.‘Mr Collins, if you don’t calm down right now I’ll have to cuff you and put you into a police car,’ said Erika. ‘Do you really want that to happen? There is press outside and they want nothing more than to find a new angle, and the guilty father will play right into that…’
This brought Martin up short and he looked at Erika.‘So you are going to calm down, please?’