you make me shiver with the fire you got....
this thing we started, i don't want it to stop.
lip gallagher x fem! oc
shameless us/ season one-five
childhood friends to lovers tro...
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LXXI ———————— STICK TO THE SCRIPT
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[ a/n —— there's depictions of 'hallucination' in this chapter (+ the next ) w/ one of my plot device characters in this fic, called heaven, who died ages ago. just wanted to throw that out there so that when the scenes come later, it won't be confusing. anyways, enjoy part one of two of the mess! ]
"𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦?" Odessa held up a column straight into Spencer's peripheral from the very second she'd slowly traipsed her way into the kitchen. The commotion wasn't that vapid, instead being replaced by a lone lack of things or people to bump into and no plumber hanging around like a bad smell.
She stopped to get a better look, and also shake off the slump of heaviness that was anchoring her down with every step she took. There wasn't a time that she could think of where she'd really slept, last. As most of her energy had consumed her to really hone in on trying to write the best parole letter she could for her father. 800 words of memories that were half true, and half blatant fabrications of her illicit mind.
The moments she had been able to recall were from early childhood, and a couple tidbits in-between that sounded like they'd help his case. Like the fact that he'd always been a caring, or that he seemed rehabilitated enough to have learnt from his actions. At least, that's what he'd told her during her second string of vists with her father.
Luckily, Spencer's plea negated the need for her to recall the event itself, she just had to name it for what it was. Manslaughter. On a second charge scale, that is. It all was one big misfortunate accident that had started from a scuffle and an argument after a man had approached her and Eddy in his janky car, and ended with her father wielding the gun and the man sprawled out bloody against the pavement.
She'd ended the letter by assuring that he had a stable support system on the outside, then sealed it up in an envelope, shoved it into her drawer and stewed in contemplation about whether or not this was truly the right thing to do.
