Almost enough to make a girl think she isn't trusted.
But he does step aside. She takes the invitation at face value and moves past him. There's a moment where she falters, orienting herself to the parts of the house she's seen before before heading to the bathroom, her thoughts picking up speed with every step along the hall.
How brief is brief? She doesn't have anything to keep track of the time. Can she ask him for a watch? When she was locked into her room, paying attention to the passage of time just felt like a way to drive herself crazy. Will it be better out in the living room, the kitchen? Shit, she should have been paying closer attention in the kitchen. Where did he keep the dish soap? Could she get a fork or butter knife out without him noticing?
Hang on. Something is different in the bathroom.
Did the son of a bitch throw away her conditioner?
Bella wrenches the taps of the sink onto full blast and whispers under the water's cover, "Fuck you fuck you fuck you, Hap, God."
How brief is brief? Too short to exorcise all her feelings fully; long enough to wash her face with cold water and the bar of hand soap. With a few droplets of water still dewed along her hairline, she straightens her dress, sets her face back to neutrality, and goes back out to see if Hap wants to play a game against her.
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But he does step aside. She takes the invitation at face value and moves past him. There's a moment where she falters, orienting herself to the parts of the house she's seen before before heading to the bathroom, her thoughts picking up speed with every step along the hall.
How brief is brief? She doesn't have anything to keep track of the time. Can she ask him for a watch? When she was locked into her room, paying attention to the passage of time just felt like a way to drive herself crazy. Will it be better out in the living room, the kitchen? Shit, she should have been paying closer attention in the kitchen. Where did he keep the dish soap? Could she get a fork or butter knife out without him noticing?
Hang on. Something is different in the bathroom.
Did the son of a bitch throw away her conditioner?
Bella wrenches the taps of the sink onto full blast and whispers under the water's cover, "Fuck you fuck you fuck you, Hap, God."
How brief is brief? Too short to exorcise all her feelings fully; long enough to wash her face with cold water and the bar of hand soap. With a few droplets of water still dewed along her hairline, she straightens her dress, sets her face back to neutrality, and goes back out to see if Hap wants to play a game against her.