Out of the corner of my eye, I see Heather and Phil stood close and uncertain, uncomfortable with their proximity to Mainey’s uncontrollable fast animal pain.
He comes up close to me, blocks my path in a show of teeth, mingling mixed lust and shooting hate in a frizzled flare that connects the both of us. I flinch and turn away with a decisiveness I don’t feel, hating myself for wanting him even now. “Fine”, I snap, though wincing with fury at my tremulous tone. I have no other option but to shoulder and freeze, toying with my numbness in these crazed curt calls of madness which he understands.
His face bites at my vision in the halflight as we stare each other down. It bears an unreadable expression that I know intuitively to be a precursor to something that is tearing and unhinged. I don’t know Mainey well yet, but we both know it is only a matter of time before I follow him to [I CANNOT FINISH THIS - !]