:·.☽✧ Teen Wolf
"I know I'm not one to make good decisions and do the right thing but I can confidently say that this is a terrible freakin' idea"
In which Marcella learns to see
the line between good and bad
morals all the while becoming
A HE...
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Chapter 003. Puppet strings
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Isn't it funny how fast an emotion can change? How we can go from feeling confident and in control, our faces even moulded into egotistical smirks of pride but then, like a switch or a ravenous change in tide, we're sitting in our cars, clutching the wheel with pure shame while fighting the urge not to scream.
In that moment, Marcella couldn't recall a time before that point where she had felt as humiliated, violated even. She had never felt more disgusted by a puppeteer pulling on her puppet strings than she did in that moment. She's had her fair share of experiences with men born for hell with hands as profane as bullet holes in innocent chests but she had never despised a pair of hands that clutched on to her puppet strings more than she did right then.
Why? Because those strings were starting to look more and more like the man she used to call dad.
Before they had just been vague images of a father; possibly just hopes and dreams of a dad she thought she could have. They didn't even resemble her father, it had just been a silhouette of a concept. However, they had still been strings. Loose white cords of frayed string that had been pulling and yanking at her to hunt and search. To look harder, to fight harder, to do better!
But now?
Now they felt closer to the hands of Marcus Daniels. Like he was personally toying with her but was doing it through Gerard freaking Argent.
She felt like a joke -a fool because she knew, that even when she felt like a laughing stock, she would never let those strings finally break until her father was stood beside her holding the scissors.
She often wondered why she continued to sell her strings and allow men like Gerard to pull at them until her wrists were just bones. Why was her father so important that she'd let herself go through all this trouble? If you looked at the situation as a whole, you'd think that she was being stupid. She hadn't seen or heard from him in years. He had abandoned her. Marcus Daniels abandoned hisdaughter. Yet, she hadn't stopped trying to crawl back to him.
It was pathetic!
Complete and utter puny. She didn't even have anything that reassured her that he still cared or thought about her. Not a letter, a text message, a voicemail, a note on a photograph. Nothing.
