Why Should I Tell You Anything? COMPLETED

Cornered

"Solaris vice, Eve," Gideon whispers, his warm lips pressed against my ear.

My heart leaps into my throat as my self-defense kicking in for once. I whip my arm out trying to backhand his face but my arm falls back onto the bed, missing him completely. I sit up blearily as I give him a bewildered expression. He simply grins, sitting on the edge of the bed. "That means good morning. You should be happy," Gideon chuckles, "after all, you survived another night here."

I lean away from him as my head begins to fill with heavy sleep. I don't remember going to sleep... I have to be more alert. I rub my eyes and suppress my growl. "Why do you keep waking me up like that?"

His crooked grin widens, "Why shouldn't I? You're so cute, Eve."

"You're so weird," I mumble, eyeing him from under my hand. You're dangerous. You're a psychopath. You're a sadist. There's a lot of things you are but I can't say them out loud. I glance around the room finding that it looks the same as always. Nothing to indicate what time it is outside either, if they truly have a daytime. I still don't know where I am... or how to get back home. Can I even ask that now? Would they answer or freak out?

"Shy and Addy are already downstairs eating-" he pauses for a moment, then looks to the side thinking hard about something. "Ehhhh... Ray kinlie es...?" He mumbles quickly moving his hands aimlessly in front of him. "Food... early meal..."

"Breakfast?" I offer realizing he's struggling for the right word.

He lights up clapping his hands together, "Yes! That!"

I stretch my legs out under the covers feeling oddly comfortable in Gideon's bed now. I brush my messy hair back realizing I must look like a mess. I doubt they care and I don't want to look nice for them but still. Oh shoot... when was the last time I brushed my teeth? I cringe and cover my mouth with my hand hoping it isn't too bad.

"Uh, Gideon?"

Gideon stands up sharply and looks down at me with a curious look. "What?"

"How many days have I been here?" I ask feeling a bit unsure about my answer. I don't know how long I've slept or was knocked out for. A brief shot of anger rushes through me as I remember Shiloh drugging me. Then the flood of horrible memories come crashing back into my skull reminding me of all the terrible things I've seen. I take a shaky breath forcing them away. I can't dwell on those right now. I have to focus on now. I can't keep looking back. Even so... I keep seeing Gideon's cruel smile. Then my decision... can I try helping them? Would it do anyone any good? Or am I dooming myself to an eternity here?

"Technically you have been here three days since we returned home before midnight. You've just been asleep or knocked out for most of it," he shrugs, "it's too bad. You miss out all the fun."

I run my hand through my tangled hair as a fleeting panic rushes through me. Does Mom still believe I'm alive? Is she alive? I really have to get home... I sigh loudly closing my eyes for a moment trying to gather my thoughts. "So, what's the plan then?"

"Plan?"

I open my eyes to find his sparkling with humor. I nod seriously, not wanting to play games again. "Yeah, are you keeping me here? You know I have a family back home, I have to go back at some point-"

"Why do you want to go home so badly?" Gideon asks confusedly, "Aren't we fun?"

My eyes darken. "You murdered someone in front of me, you have threatened to kill me, you admitted you wanted to kill me, and all you boys can come up with is that I can stare a Masser in the face which is a monster you never really encounter unless you're near 'the border'. Tell me, why should I stay here with you? Other than hope to God that you find an ounce of mercy in your heart and change?"