Page 34 of Adam & Eve

He stared at me expectantly, like my answer would change everything. The tension in the room

was thick as he waited for my answer.

“You’ve asked me this before and I told you no,” I said.

No matter what he said or did, I wouldn’t tell him otherwise. I refused to play into his

delusions. I could tell he didn’t like my response by the way he glared at me. For a split-second he

did nothing more than glare at me until he took a step back from the bed and smiled.

“You’re lying. And you’re damaged, just as damaged as me.” It was a statement not a

question.

“Why do you say that?” I asked, curious as to what his answer would be.

“I saw you. All those years watching you… You looked through others while staring directly

at me. You knew what I was and now you’re pretending.”

I waved him off. “I don’t even know what that means. What are you? Are you not human?”

“Just admit it.” His voice rose with each word. “You knew I was there all along. You aren’t

afraid of me. You can pretend all you want. It’s just a game to you and you know it. All that faking as

if you’re afraid, as if you want me to take you against your will and hoping I’ll let you go after, it’s a

front. You want me just as much as I want you.”

It was at that very moment it occurred to me that Adam was more than just crazy. He was the

kind of mentally deranged that only an insane asylum and-or prison could help. I wasn’t a

professional yet, but if I had to diagnose him, I’d say he was either a high functioning anti-social or

borderline personality. High functioning, yes, but crazy none the less. He’d created a whole narrative

in his head to justify his kidnapping of me. I was in more danger than I originally thought.

I was freaking out mentally, but I also wanted to tell him to kiss my natural black ass.

“You’re mental. If all that were true, you wouldn’t have had to kidnap me.”

“Kidnapping you is irrelevant. What’s happening now is. You shouldn’t be this calm or

calculating. Why aren’t you afraid of me, Eve?”

I thought about his words for a minute before responding. I’d always lived with an absence of

fear. My feelings had always been binary. Anger and pride were the only emotions I was familiar

with, and I could be manipulative when I needed to be. I was a product of a screwed-up childhood

filled with abandonment issues. I didn’t think I was capable of much else.

“Honestly, Adam, I’m not afraid of you, per se. I’m afraid of being tortured and killed. But…I

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