Isaac was so bored by himself. He felt like he'd fall asleep any minute, but he refused to. That giant is so stupid! Why leave a powerful fairy unattended? And she didn't 'save me', no matter what she says. He walked downstairs and sat at the table, resting his head in his hands. The glow that beamed softly off his skin lit his surroundings. But why does she act so... different? He sat in bewilderment over his own thoughts. It's almost as if she--no. She doesn't. She's just like every other giant out there. Heartless, conceiving, lying, yellow-bellied monsters. An act. Yet deep down, he knew otherwise. Even though his ego wouldn't allow him to admit it, he knew she was genuine. Her feelings and kindness was not staged.

Not an act.

Isaac stared out the glass window, folding his small hands thoughtfully. An idea formed, and he grinned, getting up and picking up the chair he had sat on. He hobbled over to the window, reared back, and exclaimed, "Goodbye, giant!"

He slammed the chair against the window, expecting it to smash and shatter, but instead--to his great disappointment--the chair bounced back. Confused, he dropped the chair and put a hand on the window, feeling it carefully. "Wait a second!" He punched it. "It's plastic, God damn it!"

He picked the chair back up and began to repeatedly slam it into the window, hearing a louder crack from the wood each time it collided. Too infuriated to care, he continued.

CRACK went the wood, shattering into splinters. The fairy stood and panted, sweating from his efforts. The window was only scratched, and he scowled. "Damn window. Go to hell."

The big door outside creaked open, followed by Hailey's voice. "I'm home!"

"I don't give a shit!" He replied in the same sing-song voice she had.

"I just wanted to let you know it was me. Also, watch your mouth."

"I'll watch my mouth when I fricken' want to. What do you want?"

She unlatched the gate, spotting Isaac on the first floor. "I brought you some--WHOA! What on Earth happened? Are you okay?"

"I broke your chair." He smiled sweetly at her, voice sugar coated.

"Oh..." She frowned, seeming mildly upset. "Well, I brought you something to drink. Don't worry, it's not water." She placed a little thimble on the table.

Curious, Isaac cautiously walked over to it. The liquid was orange, and smelled tropical. "What the hell's this?"

"Mango nectar." She beamed.

Immediately, Isaac chugged the drink down, quenching his burning thirst only a little.

"You sure were thirsty, huh?" Giggled the giant. "I'll fix the chair later, so don't worry about that. Was it good?"

"Is there anymore?" He set the thimble down on the table, gasping in air.

"Yeah, hang on. I'll go get the jug. There's not much left." She closed the gate, then left.

The fairy waited impatiently, still thirsty. When she came back, she held a plastic jug, and a few blueberries. Isaac held out the thimble, but she didn't take it.

"Not until you say the magic word." Tisked the giant.

"Magic word. Drink and food, now." He demanded.

"No, I meant the magic word."

"Abra-ca-dabra?"

"Nope."

"Draíochta focal?"

"Uh-huh."

"Boo?"

"That's not a magic word." She laughed.

He frowned at her. "What is it, for Pete's sake?"

"Please."

"That's magical?" He snorted. "What's so magical about that?"

"Here, say 'may I have'..."

"This is stupid! Just give me the food!"

"Not until you repeat after me. 'May I have'..."

With a huff, he lowered his arms and muttered, "May I have..."

"'Some food and drink'..."

"This is so dumb!"

"No, no! Almost there. Come on, 'some food and drink'..."

He scowled, reluctant.

"Come on, almost got it. You were doing it a second ago. The sooner we say this, the sooner you'll get your food and drink. Got it?"

He slouched and sighed. "Some food and drink..."

"'Please?'."

This word he growled out hatefully. "Please?"

Hailey erupted in applause. "There you go! See? That wasn't all too bad, right?"

"It was humiliating!"

"Well, you did it." She took the thimble and unscrewed the cap on the jug, pouring the liquid into it carefully. She gave him a blueberry, and he dug in quickly. "Sorry for not feeding you. You just wouldn't cooperate."

Isaac continued to eat his food. Hailey placed the thimble down on the table, and Isaac took a sip, before continuing his feeding frenzy.

"I had no idea what you ate and drank anyway, because you didn't say anything." Hailey told him.

"Shush. Eating."

She laughed a bit. "And very messily at that. Hang on." She walked to her desk and grabbed a tissue, hurrying back to Isaac. "Wipe your mouth with this when you're done, okay?"

"Mmph." He gobbled the rest of the food down, still hungry. Seeing him stare down at the rest of the berries, Hailey gave him another. As he ate, Hailey watched eagerly, as if she was glad that he was eating. When he finished, he raised his arm to wipe his mouth, but Hailey interrupted his actions.

"Ah, ah, ah. Use your napkin."

He glared at her. "Why should I?"

"It's polite--"

"One of the things I am not,"

"--and it's better than using your arm. Plus, that's what it's there for."

With a dull, annoyed expression, Isaac picked up the tissue and wiped his mouth once with it.

"There you go. Atta boy." She took the thimble and tissue and walked over to her nightstand, closing the gate for precaution.

Isaac looked down at the chair, then kicked it and walked past. He sat on the couch, relaxing after eating like an animal.

"Hey, Isaac?"

"That's not my name!"

"Well, I forgot your real name, so... Anyway, I was wondering if you had a religion."

"Religion?"

"Yeah, religion. You know, do you worship anyone or anything or not?"

"Oh, no. Never have."

"Oh. I'm Jewish. I was just wondering, because the Eastern region is pretty big on religion."

"How did ya know I was from there?" He stood up, staring at the gate as if it were Hailey herself. 

"Lots of things led me to think that," she said. "Remember how I said I have a friend who could give me answers?"

He didn't answer, so she continued.

"Well, he told me what your kin looks like, what you eat and drink, where you're from, how you act, and basically anything useful. Another thing is that you have an Irish accent. Along with that, you spoke Irish just a second ago."

"I did not!"

"Did too. When I asked you to say the 'magic word', you said 'draíochta focal', which is Irish for 'magic word'."

"Oh... I suppose I did. Ya got me there, lass." He looked at his bare feet, seeing how filthy they truly were. I haven't bathed ever since Area 51... I probably need to... "Wait, how did you know it was Irish? That language is so old hardly anyone even knows it's a thing! What, did you just pull it out of yer arse or somethin'?"

"Google."

"Oh... Okay, so what if I'm from there?"

"So I know a little more about you. Which is good. I want to know more about you." She opened the gate again, pulling up a chair and taking a seat.

"Why?" He scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Because I care."

He laughed in her face. "No you don't. You just want me to think I'm safe so you can mess me up even more. I've seen and experienced this enough times to know what's goin' on."

Hailey rested her head on her hand, putting her elbow on the dresser Isaac's house was on. "Has everyone you met abused you?"

"All but one, idiot."

"... How many people have you met?"

"I don't know! A lot, okay?!"

"Easy, Isaac. I didn't mean to make you upset."

He glared. "It's Isacresenta, stupid!" He punched a wall next to him, temper flaring.

"Okay, okay. Not Isaac. Iz-ack-ruh-zent-uh? Is that how you pronounce it?"

"Yes," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Alright, alright. Isacresenta. I'm sorry. Abuse is a touchy subject. I didn't mean offend you. Will you be alright?"

He glared.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore. I'll never hurt you. And if anyone tries to even touch you, they'll have to go through me."

"How can I possibly trust you?"

"... You just have to. And I know, you usually don't trust someone you just met unless you're from 'Aladdin' or whatever, but you just gotta try."

Isaac scoffed and looked away from her grey eyes. "No, you're wrong. You don't know anything."

Hailey gave him what appeared to be a 'caring' smile, then her name was called by the same person from the day before. "Got to go. I'll be back later, I promise."

"I don't believe in promises."

She didn't answer. Instead, she closed the gate, leaving Isaac alone.

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