Thread: Lawrence-Fischer Mental Health Facility - Ward B (esielle&Crusade)

After she was finished making sure there was a distance - but not enough of a distance, in her opinion - between them and after she had swore that she would tell whoever she saw the next day about what he just did and the things he said to to her with the intention of getting him fired, there was but a few moments in between her pointing at the door and telling him to get out and the way he released that soft, almost amused, laugh. Goldie didn't like the sound of it. There was a hint of menace in it, of mockery to her and everything she just said. Her azure blue eyes narrowed and there was a definite waver of her hand downward to point at the ground more than she was pointing at the door, furrowing her brows and shifting back and forth upon her slipper sock clad feet. Then came his words telling her that no one would believe her if she told them what happened. Why would they choose to believe her? Let's face it, she had given a nurse a black eye and tried to run even before she was inside of the building. To them, she belonged there even if she didn't want to fully admit it to herself that there was where she belonged and she would do whatever it took to get out of there even if that meant, perhaps, lying about one of their employees. Oh, she understood the implications of what he meant when he said no one would believe her which was why her hand started to fall down to her side and her eyes dropped to the floor. Her breathing was uneven as she listened to him detail how bad it could be if she did tell anyone, if she didn't cooperate with him. The image of her on her knees with her lips around his cock as he pushed his hips forward to force it down her throat and the vision of him cracking his hand against her ass until she couldn't sit right for days after made her close her eyes and hold her breath as she felt the sting of tears wanting to fall. Don't cry, she told herself, Just don't cry. But she was afraid and it was hard to stop the first of her tears from roll down her cheeks, opening her eyes to look at him as he stood blocking the door which dashed any hope of her darting passed him and into the hall. One hand came up to wipe at one cheek and then the other, sniffling softly as she nervously shifted again. It was clear she had no comeback for his words. In fact, his words had struck her so hard that her hands had started to shake and the world around her seemed surreal. She took a few deep breaths in and out, crossing her arms beneath the soft swell of her breasts as she scanned her eyes over his face. What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to say? Was she just supposed to stand there and let him touch her any way he wanted? Let him talk to her that way? That look upon his face was one that she took as him silently telling her to go ahead and challenge what he was saying to see if it wasn't true. He was confident that things would go down exactly the way he said they would. No one would believe her. He would make things harder for her. She even thought he meant it when he said he would do his best to have them keep her around as long as possible. Goldie didn't like the fact that he got to her just then, but he had. Swallowing hard, she blinked her eyes rapidly to clear them of any tears that wanted to fall. She needed to get a hold of herself and she needed to do so now. Her arms were still positioned under the swell of her breasts in a protective stance as she slowly moved around him and toward were her bag was laying, keeping a wide berth from him as she neared the edge of the bed and grabbed her bag to unzip it. It was very clear by her silence and the expression upon her face that he left her speechless, left her scrambling in her head for words that just wouldn't come because he had effectively taken them from her. Goldie had to tell herself not to argue with him, not to lash out at him as she wanted to do. With her hands still shaking, she started to remove her clothing from the bag with the intention of putting everything in the single dresser that she had been given, giving a sidelong glance to Clay with a soft scrunch of her brows, Just stay the fuck away from me. Those words were said with a lot less conviction than she had spoken to him not more than a minute ago! In fact, there was a quake to her voice, a tinge of fear there. With a few pairs of jeans hugged to her chest, she turned and went around him again - still keeping that large circle of distance - to open one of the middle drawers and slide them inside. She was very aware of him standing there, very aware of his position in relation to her own, and made sure to shift her gaze to him every once in awhile to make sure he was staying where he was. Goldie didn't like the way he watched her. He made her feel so very small, so very uncertain. Those eyes that darted across his face never connected with his eyes now and, when they came close, she darted them quickly away and positioned them downward with a look that seemed to state she was a moments away from breaking down. Steadying herself by taking a breath and gripping onto the drawer for a moment, she turned her head away from him, bowed her head, and turned to move back to the bed, I'll go back to bed. She was speaking through teeth that were clenched together and she, now, refused to even turn her head to look at him at all, I'm sorry I made all that noise. Relaxing her jaw enough to run her tongue over her light pink lips and to speak normally, she fished more clothing from her bag only to make the same wide circle around him to the dresser, And I'm sorry I disturbed you from working. It was clear that she was trying not to think about the things he said to her and the way he'd touched her, pressed himself into her. She wanted to change the subject and try to forget about it in hopes that he, too, would forget. Goldie was pretty good at trying to alter situations to the way she wanted them and that's exactly what she was trying to do here. Finally, she had taken enough breaths in and out to bring her head around and glance at him, but just a glance before her eyes went submissively downward with a hint of glassy tears forming, Please, go away now.