"I'll like it," she said, as if it was the only part that mattered--although it'd be nice, she supposed, if he liked it a little. No one ever liked her shocks, or appreciated anything she did, or... ugh--she needed to stop that insecure line of thought.
It was just frustrating. One of her therapists once told her she teased so persistently to test people, to find someone that gave a damn--but her methods were too cruel to elicit the response she was looking for, like a double-edged sword, and that maybe she liked to excuse to lash out.
Daddy had yelled at her later for killing that one. She'd only been twelve.
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Date: 2009-07-08 04:26 pm (UTC)It was just frustrating. One of her therapists once told her she teased so persistently to test people, to find someone that gave a damn--but her methods were too cruel to elicit the response she was looking for, like a double-edged sword, and that maybe she liked to excuse to lash out.
Daddy had yelled at her later for killing that one. She'd only been twelve.