Peeking Magma

Chapter-6

I opened my eyes and looked at the sky outside the window. It must be an hour or two till dawn. We're into next day here so where the hell is Eli? He should have been here by now,

Did he decide that I wasn't really worth his time?

Did he disappear on me too?

What if he heard what happened and believed it – that I really cheated Adrian, it's been more than a week so I'm guessing Adrian already told the press about it.

Even if he did come, did Eli really need my baggage right now?

Tears run down my face at all of these thoughts, I keep staring out the window letting my silent tears run its course, when suddenly I felt someone's eyes on me... turning to my side I see a fuming Eli sitting on a chair by the bed and staring holes into me.

Right yes I forgot the FBI gets access where they want it. He's not even greeting me. This is bad. This is really bad.

He won't be in his right mind now that he's seen the waterworks. I'll try calming him down before I tell him anything.

Quickly wiping my tears as discreetly as I can I say "hi helloooo Eli" and tried to give a laugh but it sounded like croaking and more croaking. Oh man I'm so screwed.

"Really Faith? Try better" he sat back in the chair crossing his tattooed jacked arms over his torso and again shot daggers at me.

"Is Mt.Vesuvius in New York? Cause I'm sure I see magma right now" super lame

He raises one eye brow and fixes me with an unimpressed look

"I'm good Eli. I really am. Look at me I'm smiling" I gave him my best Cheshire cat impression.

"Start talking soon Faith. You don't really have a lot of time now. I have been watching you crying in your sleep since the moment I walked in. My patience ran out the minute I saw the condition of this room and most importantly you. I tried to adjust your pillow and guess what I found out? You're burning at a freaking 500º. Since when do you have this fever?"

"I don't know" I rasp

I'm sick? Is that why my throat is so raw?

"Did you take any medication?"

"I didn't know I was sick" I admit shamefully

"How long has it been since you spoke to people?"

"A week" I croak

"Why are you croaking?"

"I scream..... A lot." I sighed

"Since when?" he asked sharply

"A week"

"Why do you look starved and why are your lips cracked?" his amber eyes rippled in the darkness

"Is this rapid fire round?" I tried laughing

"Why?"

"because I didn't eat" I admitted guiltily

"How long?" he enquired in steely tones

"..."

"How freaking long?" he gritted fighting to keep his fury contained

"A week"

"What happened a week ago?" he asked his voice unnaturally tranquil

"Is this how the FBI interrogates to get the truth out?" I replied with a retort

"What Happened?" he clipped

"........"

"Why is your hair in knots, your face dirty and tearstained, and eyes bloodshot?" he changed tack