“What did you do?”, the shout came through but somehow didn’t register.

It all sounded like a blurry message edging on white noise.

“I didn’t know, I didn’t know!!!!”, tears flowing down my cheeks.

Shocked.

My head felt like a spiralling vertigo of dizziness and nausea.

“Blaargh!”, pieces of the cheese and onion pie spewed from my mouth.

Some splashing onto his canvas green T-shirt. I liked that T-shirt. I also like the colour.

Fuck.

Bloody bastard man! She looked at me, eyes wide open. Saline seemed to drip from her eyeholes.

Funny.

“E’s illing me!!“, her strained voice tried shouting.

Sat on the sofa watching tv, I was shook from the screen by her cry.

Everything fading in and out black.

I pried him him off her and threw him to the corner. He tripped.

Head collided with the edge of the chest of drawers.

“CRACK!!!” That sound. That bone cracking sound.

“He was just tickling me!! HE WAS JUST TICKLING ME!!!”, her scream gave me a bout of tinnitus.

“What are we gonna do?”, her question came as a surprising stab to my hearing.

“I dunno..”.