Sweat, Treachery and Scorn (WAYHAUGHT)

🔪 You're Not Alone🔪

Hi. In case anyone was confused on why the last chapter got re-published, I was simply editing for any grammatical and spelling errors. Other than that, it's the exact same. Anyway, enjoy this chapter. I know it's very short, I'm sorry. I'm working on other stories for my AO3 account, link is on my profile. Also, go check out Amatory Apocalypse―a Wayhaught zombie fanfiction I've began writing on here. 

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Adrenaline can cause you to do crazy things. Love can cause you to do reckless things, but also great things, too. Anger just pushes you off the rails, but in a strange way, once you let it out, you can come back calmer than you ever were before. Or not, in other cases. Some people have to feed the beast inside of them everyday, plunging them into a whirlpool of darkness. 

Waverly was using this moment of adrenaline to try and stop the inevitable; Nicole Haught's fist colliding with her tormentor's face. She didn't want the other woman to end up in solitary confinement because of her, it wouldn't be fair for someone to have to suffer because of her. Selfishly, she didn't want to not be in the redhead's presence, because Nicole made her feel safer than she had felt in a long time. Yet, at the same time, she promised danger, which was both terrifying and alluring all at once. 

The brunette just managed to catch up to her cellmate, grabbing her elbow firmly to stall her movements. Nicole whirled on her, eyes fierce as if she had expected it to be a guard, ready to restrain her at the first glimpse of trouble. Her eyes softened immediately once they landed on Waverly, the fire in her eyes dying somewhat. 

"What's the matter, Waves?" She whispered, eyes shining with a want to beat the crap out of the man resisting entrance to the prison but also wanting to stay here and protect her precious little one. "I'm not gonna get hurt, I promise. But I refuse to allow him to get away with hurting you. He's not leaving my line of sight unless he has double black eyes." 

"He knows very rich people, Nic," she said, hoping to intimidate the redhead into backing down from her suicide mission. "If you attack him, you'll end up in solitary confinement. His lawyers are incredibly rich and capable of swaying people to do things their way. They'll have you locked up in here for life." 

Nicole froze for a second, but she simply shook her head. "They can't break my spirit. But I'm going to break his nose. He messed with the wrong girl. Fucking bitch―" 

"Stop," Waverly whispered, a tear leaking out of the corner of her eye. She hastily rushed to wipe it away, but her hand bumped into Nicole's that had beaten her to it. The smaller woman stared at the ground, ashamed that she was showcasing such vunerability in a place where everyone could see them should they happen to look in their direction. 

"Don't cry, little one," her protector whispered, her voice no longer edged with the promise of throwing fists this way and that. "He's no worth it, whoever he is. Don't cry over him. There's no need. Will you tell me what happened?" Nicole asks, gentle and kind, unlike what people inside rumour she is like. 

"Yes," Waverly whispers, her breath hitching at the dark memories. The demons begin to walk away as soon as Nicole loops their hands together, a warmth shining about her that's more pronounced than it was before. "Yes, I'll tell you everything." 

Nicole squeezes her hand. You're not alone anymore. 

Waverly squeezes back. Neither are you.