Malign Disposition [H.S]

Chapter 63 - Reflection

Thank you so much for 90k you have got to be kidding me holy shit. On that note here is a chapter. It's a filler chapter only because it's leading up to the big bang that may or may not happen.

Who knows with me I like to play with your emotions 💀

But get your theories ready for the next one I'm excited and nervy.

Marley

Twenty-five days felt like months rather than almost a month.

Twenty-five days gave me a lot of time to reflect and think about everything that had led up to this moment.

It's funny because if you really think about it, twenty-five days is not even that long, but everything feels more drawn out when you're constantly in your head and especially when you're waiting for something. I'm not sure what I was waiting for, maybe I was waiting for Harry to suddenly pop up at my front door with that huge grin on his face that I grew to love with open arms.

It's like that feeling you get when you're overly excited for something and the time seems to be ticking by at snail pace. That feeling you get when you're on a road trip and all you can think about is your arrival at your destination because you're so ecstatic. You watch the arms of the clock tick, tick and tick but it seems as if the world has stopped.

And I've been waiting for something, a sign almost ever since I got back to the city that started this all. It felt extremely bizarre to be back here. Portland didn't even feel like home anymore considering that I had nobody left.

I left Los Angeles not because I wanted to, but because I had to. I wasn't going to argue with Harry, I wasn't going to fight him on it he was very dead set on me leaving. He was in hysterics almost, begging me to just start over. And he was so quick to do so.

But how can I start over when I felt as if just nearly two months ago when I actually had joined Vice, that my life had just begun?

Part of me felt like he wanted me to leave for other reasons besides what had happened at his home. It dawned on me that he probably assumed that it was all too much for me to handle.

I'm sorry Harry but I am the strongest women you'll ever meet. There is nothing that I cant handle.

He pushed me away and I walked out without a fight. I was tired of fighting.

He told me he would deal with everything else and make it seem as if I had gotten killed in his home the night that changed everything. And after that, I hadn't heard from him since.

I didn't get to say goodbye to anyone else, Niall had grabbed my bags from the house along with Cliff and Twiggy and immediately had taken me to the private tarmac. I assumed I would just be going back to the base but I was wrong.

I would've put up a fight, but I was too tired.

But maybe this was crucial to where both of us stand. Maybe we did need to distance ourselves from each other before it got worse because I was loving him too hard. And he was right in a sense, ever since I was roped into joining Vice it has all gone south. Maybe I really was a bad luck charm.

When I got back, I went straight to my home that was completely unkempt and discarded. My house didn't even feel like my house it felt like I didn't even belong there. So I sat down on my front steps for hours on end trying to wrap my brain about what had happened.

And that's when I saw stacks of money sticking out of my suitcase. I knew it was Harrys doing I just don't know when he managed to put it in there. He knew I came back here with nothing besides the money we had all made from the drug deals so he had given me my share I'm assuming.