"One more block!" He shouted. The pitch was perfect to exact the right amount of pain in his head. It had surgical precision . It was able to find the exact nerve ending, and jab.
(more) "One more block."
Patrick couldn't help himself, the hangover was too much. He braced himself for the pain from the physical shudder and stamped his foot on the wooden floor. The blocks fell.
Ian went silent. Patrick realised that hadn't thought this through.
The silence wasn't the beautiful sort that breathes with you when you are alone on a cliff, with a gently breeze whispering secrets.
It wasn't the sort of silence that you get when you wake from a long, warm sleep on a Sunday morning as the sun joins you in a smile.
It was the sort of silence that is the eye of a hurricane. The brief respite from crisis and disaster before it all comes thundering back into your miserable life.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?" Ian shouted through tears.
Patrick squeezed his eyes shut trying to stop the pain pushing out his eyeballs.
"I HATE YOU!"
A block struck Patrick above his left eye brow.
The pain was as quick and sharp as the jump and slap that followed it.
Ian held his face. It hadn't turned red yet but Patrick saw that Ian would now be quiet.
Patrick watched Ian's expression change from shocked to pained to afraid.
"I'm sorry." Patrick said, pulling his hand back from the threatened second blow.
"I'm so sorry."
Patrick closed his eyes again, this time to stop the tears from escaping.
He hated himself again, as the well worn cycle reset and restarted.(less)