"This feels too much like a fever dream to be real"
MARLEY ROXANNE was wrongfully convicted of a crime. A crime that a twisted alter, the worse part of herself, committed in self defense, an act Marley never participated in. She was used to taking t...
Chapter Twelve: "What the hell! We were just about to win"
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THE IRRITATING BUZZING OF A PHONE SNAPPED MARLEY FREE OF HER TRANCE. She stirred, fingers curling tightly around the quilt laid over her thin figure. Her skin stuck to the leather couch and her neck stung with a bruised pain as her muscles struggled to adjust to the awkward positioned she laid in. A faint yawn passed her lips and she curled her head deeper into the leather as the buzzing slowed to a halt.
...then it appeared again.
Marley practically threw the blanket off her body, wiping her tired eyes with a groan. She glanced over her shoulder to find the sound coming from a charging iPhone, the device buzzing so much it was close to tumbling off the bench. She stomped over to it, practically ripping it off the cord with her hand clenched around the small perimeter. "What?" she spat, uncharacteristically aggressive.
"Marley...?"
Marley's eyes suddenly widened as Chris responded, and she glanced over the device realising it wasn't hers. She didn't even have a fucking phone.
She stammered over a few sounds, unable to find her voice when Adrian appeared, leaning over and taking it from her outstretched hand. He cough loudly, cupping a hand around the back of his neck anxiously. "Sorry, I'm fine. That wasn't Marley, pfft. You kidding me?"
Marley glanced up at him, finding him to be hovering behind her in quite a close proximity. His hand was folded over the kitchen bench in front of her, almost leaning directly over her shoulder. She furrowed her eyebrows as she listened, barely picking up on Chris' voice as Adrian held the phone close to his ear.
After a few long moments, Adrian hung up the phone and spared a glance at Marley. "Something about a meeting," he insisted, making Marley tilt her head. "I zoned out."
Suddenly, Marley twisted her neck and a devilish glint appeared in her eyes. She shoved both her hand into his chest and Widow forcefully punched him away. "Personal space, man. Jesus Christ!"
Adrian could only watch in confusion as Marley carried herself in a whole new way. Her footsteps were harsh against the wood beneath them and she had her hands in permanent fists by her side, anger blazing constantly through her gaze.
She swiftly turned around, a deep frown over her lips. "Well? You fucking coming or what, dumbass?"
The drive was quite awkward considering Widow was blinded by anger. Adrian couldn't comprehend what made her emotions do a one eighty in a split second. And there was a part of him that didn't want to ask out of fear it'd frustrate her and she'd try and shoot him. Not that she could shoot him if she tried, he'd easily disarm her.
