Echotale - Thought So (G!sansxFrisk)

More Awful Secrets

*Frisk's POV*

Hours and hours alone with G.

Hours and hours of awkward silence, and empty tense energy.

The hours never seemed that long when it was just me and Bella.

We had talked about everything, prisoners, the food, the ugly colors, G.

Never each other.

With G, the world seemed to freeze in the blank hours that flowed by like the waves of an ocean.

He never noticed, he would sleep most of the time which sent relief down my spin instead of shivers. 

Yet when he was awake I could feel his eyes staring at me from across the room, my fingers picking away at the paint as if I didn't notice.

All I felt around him was discomfort and resent.

Pure anger.

Hatred.

Those were all the emotions I could think of when I saw him, and his calm stare.

He still smirked his awful smirk, but it would only be out of the cell, as if he was trying to put on a show for everyone.

I was right about one thing, no one bothered me as much anymore.

Probably because I was angry with them, I looked like I actually did mean to kill Bella.

Unlike G though, when I walked into the areas with prisoners, everyone just ignored my presence, as if I was never there.

Fine with me.

I didn't want to get caught up in their fights anyway.

Silence continued to fill the room when G walked in.

And outside no one went near him unless he was beating someone.

Sometimes when I was walking back to our cell, he would stay outside and trip me, or shove me, or think of any annoyance at all.

The only difference it seemed, was the empty hours and the loss of Bella.

That is, until G spoke to me one day.

I was pealing at the wall again and G was sitting on the bed, his back against the wall as he watched me.

Without looking I knew his lips had curled into a smirk, and he spoke with it hanging to his voice.

"Why do ya do that sweetheart?"

I didn't look up to look at his awful face, and I said casually, "Nothing better to do."

"Ya can bang me if ya want," His smirk grew.

In my head I screamed at myself to swallow my fear, to make sure my weakness doesn't ever show again, to keep his satisfaction down.

Yet I said anyway, "Ugh. Who in the right mind would ever wanna bang you?"

"Heh, who doesn't?"

I growled and shook my head saying, "You are disgusting," And I meant it to.

He chuckled softly and said, "I'm just kidding with ya doll... a lap dance will be just fine though..."

"Pfft," I rolled my eyes and blew a strand of my hair out of my face, still turned away from him.

After his short, amused, laugh, his eyes stared me down; and I felt them crawl up me like the shivers that ran up my arms.

After a moment of silence I decided it was my turn to speak.

"Why do you sometimes stay out later then others?"