Choking the chihuahua
“Get out of her!” Firm shake. Firm shake. “OUT! YOU. GET. OUT. OF. HER!!!“
My hands around her throat now – Chi-Chi’s eyes bugging out even more. She’s making gagging sounds, but I can still see it’s not her. “GET OUT! OUT! OUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!“
“Heather.”
“GET OUT!!!“
“Heather…”
“YOU. LEAVE. MY. BABY. RIGHT. NOW!”
David’s hand firmly on my shoulder. “HEATHER.“
My eyes pop open. I’ve been crying.
“My chihuahua was possessed.”
David pats me consolingly. “It’s okay love, I’m sure she’s alright now.”
“She was possessed.”
“I know.”
I’m still hyperventilating a bit, wiping away tears “She was… She was… I had to… (beat) We don’t have a chihuahua do we?”
“No love.”
“Oh thank Christ…”