grey matter ~ b. hand x fem reader

Hello, Father

Y/n groaned as her hands wrapped around the toilet bowl. She took a deep breath before finally vomiting again.

Brett knocked on the bathroom door causing her to lift her head from the bowl, "you doing okay in there?"

Y/n sniffed before replying, "yeah. I think the detox is over," she flushed the toilet and made her way towards the sink to freshen up.

After two days of detoxing she finally felt like her normal self again. She had taken those days off work because of it but she was also paranoid that the robes would do something to her.

Luckily for her nothing had happened. Yet.

Once she exited the bathroom she was met with the smell of coffee. She walked towards the kitchen where Brett was pouring her a cup.

When he noticed her walk in he smiled and handed her the cup, "glad to see that you're feeling better," he beamed.

She took the cup with a smile, "that's all thanks to you. I don't think I would have been able to do this on my own."

"I'm sure you would have. You're more resilient than you realize," he looked to his watch and tsked, "shoot. Got to get to work. Are you..."

"Yeah," she replied, "go protect the world or whatever while I stay here and protect my stomach."

Brett laughed and kissed her goodbye. Once he was gone Y/n made her way towards the neatly stacked of journals in the living room. She picked up the one marked with a post-it and began flipping through it.

When she was recovering she remembered that she read something useful from the journal but couldn't remember what.

She flipped through the entries that detailed her mother's postpartum depression and couldn't help but wonder if it factored into her decision making from that day. The day where everything would begin to go wrong.

She came to a stop where pages had been ripped out. Her hands ran through the ripped edges as several thoughts came to mind. Did she rip them? Did someone else? Maybe that thing she remembered was from a dream.

A knock on the door brought her back to reality. She looked to the kitchen and noticed a Cognito file that Brett had brought earlier that week.

She picked it up before walking towards her door, "did you forget your file?" she asked as she unlocked it.

When she opened the door she was met with a spray of mist. Her eyes began to flutter as she fell to the ground. Her vision was foggy and her body had been paralyzed. Suddenly, a bag was thrown over her head and she was dragged away by a stranger.

...

When the bag was removed from her head she blinked rapidly as the mist's effects began to wear off.

"You have been ignoring us Y/n," a deep voice said.

She gasped and looked to see herself surrounded by the robes. They sat in thrones and cocked their triangle shaped heads at her.

"Not intentionally," Y/n tried to explain. She shifted her feet and noticed the sound of plastic below her. She looked down and her eyes widened, "whoa! Whoa! What the fuck?!" she shouted, "I promise I wasn't disobeying our contract! Please don't kill me!"

"Kill you?" one of the robes laughed, "we're putting in a new skylight."

Her eyes traveled to the ceiling and she felt a wave of relief wash over her.

"While it is disappointing you think so little of us we know you're gonna get right back on track," another robe said.

"Right..." she said quietly.

"Besides, that's not why you're here," said another, "you've been requested by an inmate."

"An inmate? Wait, my father wants to see me?"

"It appears so," replied the final robe, "we figured it would be cruel to refuse his 'one phone call'."

Y/n sighed. What the hell does he want? She picked at her fingers before replying, "okay. Take me to him."

...

Y/n sat in a waiting room anxiously tapping her foot. She hadn't seen her father in years and had begun to worry that this was a bad idea.

She gripped tightly onto her jeans. She should just leave right? He had no right to ask to see her. She should just—

"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise," a low voice said.

Y/n looked up and blinked at Marcus' tall looming figure. He seemed to tower over her and cocked his head to the side, "mind if I join you?"

Even though every bone in her body told her not to engage she found herself scooting over anyway and letting him sit next to her.

"So how you been?" he asked, "too early to ask if you and Brett are still together?"

Y/n exhaled loudly, "you just don't quit do you."

He shrugged, "eh, I try."

Her brows furrowed, "what are you doing here anyway?"

"Some work assignment," he replied as he leaned back letting his arm wrap around her side of the chair, "I've actually been thinking about you."

"Oh?"

"I've been thinking about Vegas. Before we decided to get hitched. That night at the hotel."

Y/n's eyes flickered over to him. She knew what he was playing at and was curious to see where it was going. Her eyes traveled away from him as she stared straight forward, "the bang with the view."

"So you remember," his hand grazed her arm and she felt herself sigh at his touch. He leaned in closer to her, "maybe we can do that again some time."

"That sounds like a bad idea," she stuttered.

"Two people in love fucking is never a bad idea."

I beg to differ.

She turned to face him and stared deep into his eyes. She smiled and pulled his tie towards her so that their faces were only inches apart. She opened her mouth and whispered, "you never loved me Marcus. You just liked fucking me."

She let go of his tie and sunk back into the chair.

Marcus scoffed, "what?"

"You just liked fucking me," she restated, "I also don't love you. I never did. Don't get me wrong though, I liked fucking you too."

His nose flared, "If it was just the sex then why did you say yes to marrying me?"

Y/n shrugged, " I don't know. I think I was bored," she took a deep breath, "granted, leaving you at the alter wasn't my intention. I just got the police report and well...I guess you know the rest."

She looked back at him, her expression now slightly pissed, "this whole trying to win me back thing is seriously starting to annoy me by the way."

Before they could finish conversing a guard entered the waiting room, "Ms. Scheimpough?"

Y/n got up and followed him towards a room where a man stood facing the corner. She sighed at the sight of him. He spun around with a smile.

"Hello, father."

A/N: it's almost been a year since I posted the first chapter??? So like thank you for sticking around if you're still here?? Still trying to wrap my mind around this tbh. It just reminded me how slow I've been writing this fic 😭