A Day (Vikkstar123/Sidemen Fanfiction)

Chapter 22

Sophie's POV

"I can't believe he's done this." The first words after nearly an hour of silence came from Vik, startling Sophie from her bored daze. "I can." She replied, not wanting to engage with him any more than she had to. Keep yourself together. You can't lose focus; you've worked too hard for it to all fall apart now. Her thoughts were her mantra and she stuck to them. The two of them sat at opposite ends of the room, avoiding meeting eyes, avoiding talking. It had gone well so far and Sophie was hoping that they would be let out after a few hours when their captors realised their plan would come to no avail. But now Vik was going to ruin it by trying to get her to talk to him. She didn't want to talk; she wanted to get as far away as possible before she did something stupid.

The most annoying thing was that neither of them had their phones. Somehow the idiots who had trapped them together had managed to orchestrate it so, but Sophie refused to believe that it was more than coincidence that led to her misfortune in that area. They're not that smart. Well, maybe Tobi is but you're only as good as your weakest man and Ethan's a real dumbass. She thought bitterly. Save from wanting to call her brother to come and break her out of the house, she was bored. Staring at the wall only gave you so much entertainment.

Another ten minutes or so of silence passed before Vik spoke again. "Do you not think it would be a good idea to resolve whatever...this is?" He asked tentatively, gesturing between the two of them. Sophie looked at him, focusing on keeping her expression cool and her voice calm. "If you could resolve your personality, then we might actually get somewhere." Her words shocked even her and she dropped her gaze to the floor, hiding her face behind her hair. "What changed, Sophs? We were good and then you just blocked me out for no reason. Why?" He pressed, his voice louder now. When she didn't answer, he went on again. "I'm sorry for anything I did or said that upset you. I promise it wasn't intentional. I would never do anything to hurt you, you must know that?" Something snapped inside her. "Stop! Just stop talking, please. Can't you see that I don't care if you're sorry? I don't care if you want to be friends again and I don't care everyone else wants us to be either. All I care about right now is getting out of this goddamn room."

She got up and began pulling at the door again, even though she knew it was pointless. Panic began to creep up on her and tears threatened to fall from her eyes. Breathing deeply, she steeled herself and pressed her head against the glass panes. "Sophie." His voice was so quiet it pained her. In her wasted efforts she hadn't heard him follow her but now his proximity was almost overwhelming. Don't turn around; don't you dare turn around. Turn around and that's it. All will be lost. She repeated the words to herself even as her body began to move against her. "Please. Talk to me. It's killing me knowing you're mad at me when I don't even know what I've done wrong. Just tell me and we can go back to not speaking if that's what you want. I just have to know." Now facing him, she refused to meet his eye, knowing that she would immediately drop her cold exterior and fall into his arms the moment she did. So she walked past him to stand in front of the doors that led into the garden.

Her mind was wrought with possible replies, each carrying a different emotion that he'd made her feel at some point. Despite her choices, she knew if the uttered a single one, she'd regret it instantly. "I don't really know how to answer that." She began, her voice surprisingly clear considering her mental turmoil. "Surely you've realised I'm not the most...trusting person in the world. It takes a lot for me to open up to people, and here you are, waltzing past every single one of my defences like you're taking a stroll in the park. It scares me.' She confessed, silently cursing herself for revealing too much once again. For a while, he didn't say anything and they stood motionless in the silence. She looked up and noticed his reflection in the glass. He had turned to face her, his arms hanging limply by his sides. His face however, told a different story. Everything about his expression screamed fear; fear of what she couldn't hope to presume, still the look in his eyes sent waves of guilt through her as though she alone was responsible.