Anger
March 15, 2002
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I have seen him rage only twice.
The first time I saw it, I was in serious trouble, or so I thought.
David had asked me the ultimate question that someone asks a partner they have been in a bad relationship with for nearly two years:
"Did you f*** my friends?" he glared at me, I was shaking.
I answered him...he didn't like the answer. I swear I could hear the little spring in his mind go "PING." He just looked at me for a couple seconds. Then it happened.
I was able to see the humanity drain away from him. I could see the animal instinct take over. He had always warned me to never push him too far, but I thought that was just his "New Hampshire Hick" bravado. His eyes lost their look of intelligence, it was replaced with an animal hunger.
He bellowed incoherently, turned from me and smashed his fists against the wall. I tried to call to him, to bring him back from the brink. But all was useless, he never heard me. I gathered my courage and touched him, lightly on the back of his shoulder. He spun on me and glared at me. I thought I was going to die.
He turned away again and put his foot through the metal boxfan that was nearby. He hit the door, and a crack appeared its full length. I couldn't take any more. With him in front of my only exit, I crawled to the closet and shut myself in...I don't remember very much after that, he says he found me in such a state of shock that it knocked the sense back into him.
NOTE: This was an assignment for my CCV (Community College of Vermont) Creative Writing I online class with William Noble.
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