There really was no escaping the inevitable, and Mabelle didn't think acting like a temperamental child would help her case, although at that point not much would. But at the same time there really was no more damage to be done, unless he finally followed through with any of his threats to kill her. Sighing heavily and working up the motivation to move, Mabelle slowly crawled out from under the bed, using a lot more energy than her body was willing to give to do so.
Remaining on the floor, because she was far too exhausted to attempt standing yet, Mabelle stared off across the room at nothing in particular but definitely not him, eyes narrowed and keeping stubbornly silent. She hoped she didn't look nearly as pathetic as she felt, and really hoped he would just throw her out without asking for an explanation.