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From: ArtisticRainey Sent: 1/24/2006 10:32 AM
Sunday July 1st 2068, 1.00pm, Tracy Island
It had been one tiring day. At only one in the afternoon, Dom was shattered, and very, very cranky. Training had not gone so well. Diving had always been difficult, and now that they were long gone from the safety of the pool, it was getting unbearable. The water temperature had dropped just enough in the winter to make it more uncomfortable, and the dimmer sunlight meant that he could see anything else. Sometimes the depths of the sea beyond where they were training looked like eternity, and that was more terrifying than anything else. Even spiders, Dom thought with a little shudder.
He had picked Joshua up right on twelve thirty as arranged and transported the tot back to their apartment. It hadn't made the day any better. First Dom had trailed out Josh's building blocks as asked, which were promptly abandoned in favour of the storybook. However, sitting still proved impossible, and so the child went back to the blocks. That lasted for approximately two minutes before the appeal faded once more and Josh asked for Horsey. Horsey, however, was waiting to be washed after an unfortunate incident with some creamed corn. Joshua was not a happy little boy. Dom rubbed his temples as his head burst with licking pain and the tantrum began. Stamping feet, balled fists, and rampant tears ensued.
"Joshua, calm down."
The boy's face was growing redder by the second.
"Joshua, that's enough."
The screaming got louder and the stamping more violent.
"Joshua Kelly, calm yourself down."
When a building block was suddenly thrown and struck its target, namely Dominic's face, it was all over.
"That is enough! Behave yourself! For the love of Christ just stop it!"
Silence. For a few terrible moments Dominic squeezed his eyes closed and counted to five. That was one big fat mistake. Joshua stared in shock, a few other blocks tumbling from his hands, before his lower lip started to go, and the terrible scream came, so much worse than the tantrum yells. Dom's heart went to his mouth, and he reached out to Joshua, but the child reared back and squealed all the way to his bedroom. The guilt was suffocating.
"Joshua! Jak, come back. I'm sorry. Daddy's just tired and -- ah, what's the use."
Dom rubbed his face with his hands, squashing his features together and massaging his skin. It was not a good day. He took a deep breath and pulled at the skin on his cheeks before following Joshua's route into his bedroom. The child was crying into his pillow, curled up into himself. Dom went slowly to his side and knelt down near his head. Joshua took no notice.
"Jak. Please, Jak, look at me." No response; just more of those awful, awful tears. "Jak, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shouted like that. It was wrong." With a little sniffle the tears stopped, and one eye peeked over a podgy arm. Dom went on. "But you have to understand that you cannot, cannot, throw things at people. It's very, very bold." The eye disappeared. Joshua probably didn't really understand what he was saying, but he definitely realized that he had misbehaved. "But I am sorry for shouting."
He wasn't entirely sure what to do. The kid had behaved extremely badly and needed to be reprimanded... But then so had Dom. Yelling like that just never worked. There was a heavy knot in his stomach. He paused for a moment, thinking things through. Kids should come with owner's manuals...
"Are you sorry for what you did, like I am?" He thought that was a good approach.
Once again, there was nothing. Dom stood up and shook his head.
"Well, you're on a time out now."
"NO!" Joshua came to life like a spark of electricity. "No!"
Dom counted to five again and stood firm, keeping his voice level this time.
"Time out, Joshua," he said, and left the room.
He slid down onto the sofa and stared at the ceiling. I wish I didn't have to do this alone...
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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