"HEY, MAL? Take a look at this."
Saoirse followed her friend into the kitchen once again, her laptop still between her fists.
"So, I found this on YouTube."
She set the laptop down right before Mal, which made it clear to see the video and the captions.
Reasons why Lily didn't deserve Timothée.
The video had a few random pictures from a few year ago, when the couple were still together. It showed a few pictures of them, either holding hands or hugging each other. The video then began to focus on the body language. On Timothée's uncomfortable smile, or the fact that he was avoiding her eye contact, not hugging her back or patting her back gently.
"He looks... Really disturbed."
"I know, right?"
"So she makes him uncomfortable. Could it be that, maybe, he didn't love her that much after all?"
Saoirse shrugged. "Maybe. I think I'll text Armie right now, yeah? This seems..."
She trailed off, not continuing her sentence, but Mal understood her nonetheless. She nodded in result.
"Yeah, we should."
Mal then let out her phone and began to scroll through it.
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"So, Armie wants to meet us tomorrow morning."
"That's cool." Mal spoke with disinterest, not fully focused.
"What are you going to do now?" Saoirse asked again, walking towards her.
"I'm about to do something very dangerous, and weird."
She then turned on a certain, familiar screen, and the loading button appeared, then a CALL button appeared after.
"No way, you're calling him again?"
"Yes, I have to know how he's doing, or whether she's treating him alright or not."
A few seconds later, Timothée's handsome face popped up. Her heart broke a little, with the fact that he wasn't her boyfriend anymore, and the fact that he looked as upset as ever.
He had red, puffy eyes, pale skin and bright red cheeks. He gulped and sent her a fake, nervous smile when he saw her.
"H-Hey, Mal."
He waved at the screen, and trapped his thumb between his fist yet again. She nodded, tears filling her eyes.
"Hey, Timothée. How are you doing? I just wanted to check on you. You weren't in good shape yesterday."
He nodded, then glanced at his left, where the person was standing. They sent him a glare.
"I- Yeah, I wasn't feeling good yesterday, like at all."
"Oh. I'm sorry for that. Are you doing okay?"
"Yes, thank you for asking."
"Est-ce qu'elle te fait mal?"
He looked taken aback by the question.
(Is she hurting you?)
Timothée could speak fluent French, as he would occasionally speak in some of his interviews, but what the abuser didn't know was...
That so did Mal.
They would speak French when in public, because it made it easier to understand each other when around many people, as it was their secret language. Soon enough, it became a habit.
"Oui, elle fait mal, émotionnellement et physiquement. Elle me frappe quand je lui dis non."
(Yes. She's hurting me, emotionally and physically. She hits me when I tell her no.)
He coughed, taking a quick glance behind the camera again.
"We're still on good terms, right? Acceptez-vous mes excuses?"
(Do you accept my apology?)
"Yes. Yes, we are."
He sent her an actual, sincere smile, his eyes glittering.
"That's enough!"
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Mystery / Thriller"She's like a dragonfruit. She's beautiful on the outside, but she's a terrible, horrible person on the inside." IN WHICH, Mal didn't know why Timothée was acting strange. She later finds out the horrible truth. Trigger Warnings : Abuse, violent thr...
