I don't trust nobody
She didn't think he was going to help. When the thought crossed her mind that he might not actually do anything to aide her it was accompanied by the idea that she might very well strangle him when she finally got out of her current predicament. Except he was suddenly moving, sitting up and staring at her as the tar tried to claim her further before rushing to her aid. Maeve leaned forward with effort, taking his hand and using it to help pull herself forward.
Her breathing was still ragged, panicky and coming in short pants as she struggled to get out. It took effort. So much effort, but eventually he pulled her to the edge and she was able to crawl out onto the bank. It was then that she broke down. She cried. In relief and fear. She was so far away from home with a person who seemed to absolutely despise her despite having known her for less than ten minutes. Tears streaked her cheeks, mixing with speckles of tar and rivulets of blood. Her hands were not clean and she couldn't even wipe her eyes.
Maeve felt sick. Utterly sick. Her forehead dropped to the damp earth, nestling amongst the leaves as she tried to slow her heart and control her breathing. Surely he could understand her fear or would he judge her for this too? Maeve turned her face towards him, tears still tracking down her face, "Are you going to judge me for this too? Stare at me and mock me for my fears?" She snapped, venom lacing her words, but she crumpled moments later. Another sob caught itself in her throat. What was she going to do?
Her breathing was still ragged, panicky and coming in short pants as she struggled to get out. It took effort. So much effort, but eventually he pulled her to the edge and she was able to crawl out onto the bank. It was then that she broke down. She cried. In relief and fear. She was so far away from home with a person who seemed to absolutely despise her despite having known her for less than ten minutes. Tears streaked her cheeks, mixing with speckles of tar and rivulets of blood. Her hands were not clean and she couldn't even wipe her eyes.
Maeve felt sick. Utterly sick. Her forehead dropped to the damp earth, nestling amongst the leaves as she tried to slow her heart and control her breathing. Surely he could understand her fear or would he judge her for this too? Maeve turned her face towards him, tears still tracking down her face, "Are you going to judge me for this too? Stare at me and mock me for my fears?" She snapped, venom lacing her words, but she crumpled moments later. Another sob caught itself in her throat. What was she going to do?
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
