My eyes are dancing I can feel the madness creeping in, I can feel the sickness creeping in. The crawling of my skin the tightening of it. The twitching wants to start. I am dancing from point to point with my eyes. The floor, the lights through the windows, the flicker of monitors at the security desk. Anywhere but him, his outstretched hand. Anywhere but my own reflection in ten different points around me.
"Face it, you aren't getting around me, there is no way back up since your key card is in the coat in my hand and there is no sweet talking me into handing it over." Now I see emotion, I'm sure it is the need that is reading it there. The smugness on his face, the bitter words are rising to my tongue.
I open my mouth a few times but can't do it for some reason I lock in on his eyes and see it, the gray, the sad gray and there is no joy that I put it there.
"You don't need to babysit me I will be fine. So please just hand over my shit and get out of my way." I try to puff up and show how together I am how okay I am. I steel my face.
"To fucking bad."
"Just let me go Emmett, really lets just bury this and be done with it all." It takes a lot of effort to try and look okay but I think I manage. "Really I'm just gonna go home and go to bed. Nothing to worry about, I'm fine."
He really doesn't look like he is buying it. "Bullshit! You're gonna tell me your skin looking two sizes to tight and your left eye twitching is nothing? It really fucking screams you're fine."
Stubborn might work right about now. So I try to will my twitches to stop, I might be successful. Jut my chin, and...
"Wow I have never swore so much in my life but once again bullshit! Now get your ass over here, out that door and into my car. There is no fucking way in hell I am letting you out in the streets of New York in this state. I opened this can of worms and I am gonna be the one to pour the salt on the fuckers!" it is the most I anger I have ever heard and I am to shocked to do anything but follow orders. As I buckle in and stare at the dash I can't even be sure what just happened. I manage a question though.
"Why would you do this?"
"I told you." he turns the car over and puts it in gear. "Upstairs remember I told you my why."
AN: Last one tonight... I love my cliffies...
