Depths

“Terror made me cruel . . .”

― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

An unsaid staring competition had begun between me and Loralie. None of us gave up. Well, it's a given that she's not the type that would avert her eyes first. I don't know what possessed me at the moment, but I too, decided not to look away. This was a new feeling for me. I've never seen her face for more than five seconds every time I looked at her.

Please don't ask what I hope you're not going to ask.

"What are you two doing here?"

Great.

"We...um...we..."

"Just before you attempt lying to my face Elwyn Belcher, let me tell you something about this piece of trash here." She kicked the unmoving man in his stomach which painfully brought him back to consciousness with moans.