Snippet #1731396

Deget saw the change and became confused. What was happening? Was- Did Tom change his mind? Yes.. He had to. Tom wasn't a killer or a murderer or a mad man. He was a Tom. The Tom. And more importantly, he was Tom, Her Friend. Friends didn't hurt each other brutally so Tom wouldn't hurt her. ... Right?

But something nagged her that that wasn't the case.

Why would she think that though? Tom was only- scared. Like a frightened, confused child who lashed out and threw tantrums. And all children could be helped. That's right. All she needed to do was help Tom and everything would be fine and this would be a whole, big misunderstanding. And they could go back and have some food and all would be right again.

A squeak leaped past her lips but she was too loving. She could help Tom. That's why she didn't run away- even when Tom stabbed something. She didn't know- her attention was focused only on the other male.

Instead, the Jamaican woman had a smile come to her lips and she relaxed a little. "Tom.. Y-Ya okay now right? Y-Yer calm?" she asked quietly, shaking just a little. Desperate to believe that he wasn't going to kill her like he had done before. Hoping. Wishing. Wanting to believe in a lie so much that it became a truth of sorts. A blinding false truth.

And yet she wasn't stupid. She was not a normal woman who trusted so easily. Alarms in her head blared, her soul raged and something in her eyes- slightly helpless, slightly scared- snapped back into a clear focus. "Please." Deget swallowed thickly and balled her hands into fists, eyebrows furrowing and a look of conflicting emotions creasing onto her features. If all ended well, Tom would walk away from this and they could be better. But if not.. God, she didn't even want to think of the possibilities. It was scary but it was a reality she had to consider.

What if Tom didn't walk away? What if he tried to get rid of her like he tried on Monica, on James?

'Then you fight.' Ah, hello little voice. She hadn't heard from it for a while- it had been with her a month after Zeke's disappearance. It's voice was quiet but androgynous in gender. Warm. Caring. But intelligent. It reminded her of Zeke himself, the very person that had made it emerge. 'You have to be strong. Even if you don't want to do it, you're going to have to if he tries anything. Deget found the dark, desperate lie and cloud in her head clearing.

She gave a mental nod. 'Because you, me-- WE-- are not going to die without giving a fight.'