“I can’t do this.”
four word . prompts
There was something about his expression that ANGERED her, the constant stubbornness, the inability to do as he was TOLD. Dylan was the chosen one, the one that they’d deemed the strongest, yet he was proving to be a larger handful than EXPECTED. And Emma’s patience was running thin.
The first time he’d told them he couldn’t do it, the girl had feigned SYMPATHY, using her greatest acting skills to try and convince him that it was okay. That he could do it, that he was BORN to do this.
Now, as the cycle repeated itself, Emma just couldn’t bear the HASSLE. He had to finish this now. If he didn’t, who knew the levels of VEXATION that Mr B would unleash?
Eyes boring into the boy before her, her voice came out as a snap, cutting through him like a blade to soft flesh.
“You HAVE to.”
