The thought of staying with Gilman, of spending one more night with him made her feel like she needed to vomit once again, but she tried not to let that show. She kept her expression as schooled and even as she could as she listened to him, to the underlying tone of anger and accusation. In all of their time together, she'd never once been afraid of him, even if their most heated arguments. He could be a real prick when he wanted to be, but she knew he wouldn't so much as lay a finger on her.
Until now. Now she wasn't so sure.
"We'll figure it out," she told him, lying through her teeth. There was nothing to figure out. The first chance she got, she would get the fuck out of here and head home. No, she would go to her parents', And when she was safe, she would call the authorities. It pained her to even consider, but Gilman was sick. He needed real help. "Just let me by, alright? Let me by, and we'll sit down and talk everything out."