"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 Eighteen: "Everyone always... they always dismiss it as insanity. No one ever believes me"
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MARLEY WAS SHELTERED, THERE WAS NO DOUBT ABOUT THAT. But, she seemed completely out of place as they approached the nightclub with Adrian's arm slung over her shoulders as he guided her, speaking excitedly of some ridiculous cocktail the place offered. Her arms stayed folded over her chest, neck stiff from the long and sticky band-aid that was placed over the open wound with her cheek aching as the nightly breeze brushed across the cut that now felt like a bruise.
"Come on! Come on!" Adrian urged eagerly, bouncing around like an excited child. "I promise you won't regret this." It was as if they hadn't had a tiring mission that left many wounded hours prior. He seemed unharmed from the opposing force.
Marley's arms were awkwardly wrapped around her torso, heart thumping anxious against her chest as she obliged, squeezing through the crowds per Adrian's request. She instinctively grabbed his hand when he moved a little too quickly for her liking, and allow him to drag her through to the long and surprisingly emptied bar. Before she could even ask what he recommended, Adrian had reached over the bar and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of what seemed like tequila.
"Aren't you gonna get in trouble?" Marley stammered with a frown, but Adrian's amusement never faltered.
"Nah, they know me." It was a blatant like influenced by his cautious glance down the bar to find the waiters and bartender occupied with other drunken guests. And before they saw Adrian making his own drinks, he quickly slid the bottle back to its original spot.
He offered one of the cups to Marley, the woman hesitantly taking it and instantly getting a whiff of the sour stench radiating from the tainted liquid. Her nose screwed up, watching as Adrian easily took the shot after clashing it against the one she hold in an iron grip.
Adrian exhaled a satisfied sigh at the sour taste, slamming the glass on the wooden bar top with a grin. He glanced at Marley to find her eyes wide and tequila untouched. "What?" he asked innocently.
"It's sour."
"Yeah, it's tequila."
Marley nervously bit her bottom lip, pulling at the dry skin attached to the delicate flesh. She could feel Adrian gaze without meeting it, the eerie silence between them continuing and urging Marley's heart to beat faster and faster as that familiar sense of anxiety flooded her veins.
