Already on their way through. You’re the last one. He walked forward and motioned for me to follow. Come on.
My eyes widened until the delicate skin around them tightened with shock. What the hell?He smirked. What is your name?
Let me rephrase that…what is your true name.I turned to stone. You’ll never know.I stared harder; his eyes narrowed in frustration. How old are you?
The novelty of being asked questions threatened to fissure my nightmarish world. They were dangerous but also the most inane and common. If I’d been on more dates, boys would’ve asked me the exact same things.And back then, I would’ve answered.
Chuckling under his breath, he leaned forward. His legs bent to support his raised torso; the mattress rocked a little beneath his weight.
You know, I’ve been around many people who don’t talk. He danced another penny over his knuckles with effortless grace. It didn’t bother me then, and it doesn’t bother me now. Snatching the coin in his fist, he growled, I’ll get my answers from you, Pim.I breathed hard as he battled for calmness.
And then I wouldn’t deserve your voice. Pushing off the rail, he came closer. The moon shone behind him, etching him in silver silhouette. Fine, silent mouse. Keep your quietness a little longer; let me prove to you I do deserve your voice.Ever so slowly, he took my hand, pulling it away from my knee with a sharp tug. I couldn’t fight him, even though I tried.
My suspicions about his intentions flared. Was this the first point of initiation? Did he hate that I’d trespassed on his time out here and would make me pay for it?Only, his fingers slipped through mine—cool and slightly sticky from sea water. This isn’t working…for either of us.