"What do you want?" This was the second time he asked me that but I still had no tangible answer to give him. So I repeated the only thing I had told him. "I don't know." My head bent low, looking at my fingers. They seemed like the only interesting thing at that moment. I fought the urge to chew on them, it would only give me out as being nervous. So I stared on. My head still cast down. I refused to look up, to look into his eyes. They would give me away. The unshed tears in them stung and ready to spill. So I looked up and laughed. I wanted to mask the reason for my tears but I knew it was impossible. His eyes were all over me, keenly watching my every move. His eyes beckoned on me to look at